FIRE IN THE WATER
08-29-2013, 08:29 AM
Passion, whether in the thros as a viable excuse for an affair or murder it was what drove everyone. It was as much of a part of one as the blood that flowed through ones chest, the blood that one?s heart pumped with each breath. Blood drove the monster, a sinister figure that none would ever forget, no, his paw-steps would haunt these lands long after he had decomposed and no longer remained. The demon that exsisted in his hollowed form, that chewed on his heart, allowing it to decompose in his chest would never again leave the lands. He had found plenty of good to demonize. He had found a plethora of souls to torment. These facts made him into who he was, alongside these facts the handsome brute had looks to die for going for him. Ivory fur clung to his bodice, fitting to his frame in utter perfection, unbroken only by the unusual markings that adorned his face, framing his two toned eyes. The black talon like curves framed a cerulean ocular, while the nearly mirroring gold marking framed an eye of amber. These unusual markings framed the eyes of a killer, coming down his muzzle, to lay upon the jaws of a murderer. Who knew satan could be so attractive? Standing at about thirty-five inches, the remaining ivory of his pelt was untainted, if one could over-look how the ivory faded into an ash color, towards the tip of his tail. His coat shined, evident in the pride he took in it, the time he took to clean it. Careful, he was to wash the blood of his victims from the purity that enveloped him. If only one could wash away the figurative blood that tainted his soul. He lumbered, nearly a strut, the fact that he was sensually full of himself, riding on a cloud of ecstasy as he moved, evident. The Hot Springs was one of the many amenities the land offered that he often visited to take advantage of, and to see what impressionable souls wondered about. He strolled, catching the lingering scent of temptation, a female, and she was alone? very alone. A smirk grew on his jaws, as he followed the scent, enjoying that the breeze was blowing towards him, making him downwind. Remaining in the foliage, he caught the last hint of the golden goddess as she slipped into the water, and allowing her a moment to get comfortable he would exit, a sinister chuckle escaping his jaws. Verbal question would slip between them, the tone borderline bored and sultry, perhaps he?d manage to score him a bag of temptation tonight? ?What?s a sultry goddess such as yourself, doing out here alone?? Speech, |
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