Was it solitude he felt earlier? Mayhaps. It was long gone as soon as the luciferian King laid scarlet rubies among the femme fatale. Mm, what do we have here? A woman of eerie beauty and grace, a true flower among all the hay present himself in front of the demon in the forms of a lethal amazonian wolfess. Her pefume, intoxicating, muscles rippling underneath his crimson pelt as he analyzed it, dissected it to pin-point exactly what she was made of and where she roamed. Oh, how he loved it, he lived for it, to dissect other minds to do his own bidding. Plush, coral tongue escaped crimson lips as they wiped along his murderous canines lazily. His pace lessened, calculated steps came to a full half at a respectful distance before heparted his lips to address the amazonian woman, I am blinded by such beauty. suave tones, deep and grave were released by the King, vocal chords almost vibrating in a slow purr. To whom do I owe the pleasure? Confidence radiated through his every pore and that could be shown in his position; tail, high and mighty , dominating towards the cerulean sky only to be joined by his slender spine to whic his shoulder blades aligned to in order to puff his broad chest and slim waist line.
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Lord of Destruction, God of Disaster
Evil characters do evil things. Be warned, you thread with a psychopath; anything is possible.
