Don't Play Me, Don't Hate Me
07-31-2017, 06:07 PM
She's a silhouette upon the cliff where she is draped, head and front paws dangling dangerously over the edge. The moon is high, bathing the woman in silver light and giving her an unearthly look. Eyes glinted dangerously in their light and it was as if the demoness had finally clawed it's way from within to claim the woman's features as her own. The wind whispers against her skin, pulling at the tendrils of slate and ebon cloak, wishing to coax her from the edge. Part of the woman wants to give to it, to feel the adrenaline of the fall. To feel the brief kiss of death. Lips drawn into a crooked grin as a contented sigh escapes from wide chest. Lids slide to veil iced optics, a haunted tune rumbling from her chest in a soft hum.
Howling. It breaks her peace and lids snap open with an agitated growl. Audits whip wildly atop black crown to the direction with which it came. Lips pulling back to let ivors glint hungrily in the moonlight. Are you fucking kidding me? Thoughts are a snarl and she finds her limbs drawing her up onto pedestals in one quick movement. In an instant she is on the move, rhythmic and swift strides crossing ground quickly.
She slithers amongst the landscape, finally catching the scent of the one that had disturbed the beast. Eyes catch upon the woman as she emerges from behind a pile of cast aside rock, rejected and cold amid the beauty of the rest of the area. Her paw steps have slowed now, stalking towards the woman. "One should be cautious when casting out a call into the dark. You never know what demons it may summon." Lyrics are almost musical in origin but drip with the lethal promise of danger. Of one you would not want to turn your back on.
Howling. It breaks her peace and lids snap open with an agitated growl. Audits whip wildly atop black crown to the direction with which it came. Lips pulling back to let ivors glint hungrily in the moonlight. Are you fucking kidding me? Thoughts are a snarl and she finds her limbs drawing her up onto pedestals in one quick movement. In an instant she is on the move, rhythmic and swift strides crossing ground quickly.
She slithers amongst the landscape, finally catching the scent of the one that had disturbed the beast. Eyes catch upon the woman as she emerges from behind a pile of cast aside rock, rejected and cold amid the beauty of the rest of the area. Her paw steps have slowed now, stalking towards the woman. "One should be cautious when casting out a call into the dark. You never know what demons it may summon." Lyrics are almost musical in origin but drip with the lethal promise of danger. Of one you would not want to turn your back on.