Eat, Sleep, be Scary
11-24-2018, 06:20 PM
The ghostly she wolf wagged her tail seductively, renewing the scent that had enthralled him. Instead of deepening the spell Rhyme felt his senses flare and the magic was broken. He remembered the scent from days gone by, he had never been permitted a woman but he knew very well what that scent meant. The time of procreation, and she was very much aware of what it might do to him. He wasn’t sure how he felt about her presence then, but he let himself remain visibly in his entranced state. She moved closer to him, her warmth just as enticing as her scent. Then she spoke of goddesses, and he felt himself detaching a bit more. He didn’t believe in gods or goddesses. Only his own abilities. "I’ve no use for gods and goddesses." He whispered, she was close enough he could reach out and touch her. "The mortal realm is all that matters, I’ve seen no miracles and I’ve known too much pain to believe." |
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