Let me live that fantasy
07-19-2013, 06:11 PM
isardis
Anxiety and agitation continued to swallow the lady, her pulse-rate rising as the jaws of fate would persist to toss her ruthlessly about its endless caverns. She stood stiff as a board, her muscles rigid with ever-boiling fear, tolerating his contact though seemingly only through paralysation. His pride quaked, growing more and more dangerously potent by the second, clawing at his core as darkness thrashed to break free of angelic skin. Left fore-paw would reach forward, placed blindly upon the bones of the wench?s own; and slowly, weight would be applied- no, not enough to hurt her, just enough to inform her he was there. Her question brought forth another sinister cackle, rolling about his voice box in fluctuating waves of psychosis, and barely a bone would move as the cackle would cease; an eerie silence clouding the atmosphere as the males voice was lowered to a menacing murmur, ?Purpose.? And that was the only answer she would require, for it was the only answer he could give. |
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