You made my heart melt yet I'm cold to the core
07-19-2013, 07:35 PM
The angel had no desire to place his cadaver at the mercy of splintered wood and shrieking pins, the preserved oddity was far from an icon of allure. Though the lone article that encouraged him onwards would not be the sights and sounds, but the tantalizing aroma of a female; nestled somewhere within the ruins of the wreck. Her perfume would deafly call him, begging him to find her, encouraging him to tango with the unknown as the magnificent creature approached the strange formation with caution, excessively long tail stroking the earth behind him. He would float with an apparent effortlessness, undeniable hazard barely evident against the fluent movements of his sweeping strides. Cherry-pink nose would hug the whispering deck of which he strode, tracing the location of the wench with eager aspiration. Though the femora would not be alone, the suddenly disturbing stench of a feline rattling his core; clawing invasively at his nostrils as he would pause, becoming increasingly wary of the potential situation that had aroused his senses. Though determination would force the eerie ghost onwards, ruby gaze squinting as he departed gloomy darkness and entered the light-kissed world of familiarity. She had been aware of him, a growl seeming to rumble her throat as the male was greeted with instantaneous eye contact. The angel would chuckle, a dark and sinister bubbling effervescing from cherry lips as he continued forth; gliding, glowing, waved pelt encased by a fantasy silver aura. The golden bands that decorated his elbows would shift against pink skin, swivelling as the fiend moved with undeniable ease. He would pause then, ceasing his enchanting gait barely a metre from the defensive creature, silently regarding the oddity of her silver pelt, ?Surely a darling such as yourself has far better things to preoccupy herself with, than to seek the company of an over-sized house cat?? voice would sashay forth with natural ease, chiming delicately against the obscurity of his intentions. |