Foot of The Cross
09-01-2013, 01:08 PM
The summer heat was coming to an abrupt and chaotic end: the afternoon skies were gradually growing dark and static electricity was evident in the thick, humid air, crackling with the promises of a summer thunderstorm. The daunting clouds gathered at the horizon, creeping towards the center of the sky to consume the sun and transform the once pleasant day into a dreadfully-delightful downpour. Karmen Roe was lying on her side, hidden amongst the tall grasses, relaxing to their gentle hisses as if sleeping snakes. Once she heard the vegetation begin to part, she rose to her dainty haunches and peered at the stranger who dared interrupt her solitude. She was not disappointed. He was monstrous: he could easily dwarf any passerby, easily doubling Karmen's height and perhaps tripling her weight. He moved like a blue-blooded beast, with the swagger of an untouchable God and a menacing stare. His eyes were jewels: dark, gleaming emeralds that almost matched the beauty of her own glittering peridots. He looked like dark chocolate, so tantalizing and tempting, but so very obviously bad for you. He was a mixture of rich browns, ranging from dark mahogany, to warm amaretto, to candied almond. His hairs fit snug and svelte against his elongated limbs and broad chest, like a man in a well-tailored suit and tie. From his devilish facade following the curve of his muscular neck and down the spine of his behemoth body and to the very tip of his tail, every fiber in his body screamed perfection. He was almost more enjoyable to look at than herself. She could feel her heart palpitate at an unreasonable speed in the confines of her breast as she pulled herself to her feet, her tongue running along her lips as she drank in his entirety. Lord have mercy on him, because she moved towards him, quietly and quickly, with wicked intentions and a girlish dream to have the world in her hands. She wanted to be spoiled by peons, to be adored and lavished over, to be a queen with a mighty and heinous rein. And she would have her domination some day, but for now she hunted the stranger, cutting off his path with a serpentine sashay of her hips, raising her fragile head to him so that he may feast his eyes upon the silk-like nature of the golden hairs that clung to her luxurious body and her intense eyes, that no matter how hard she tried, could not detach from his own pair. She remained silent, statue-still except for the vile and alluring simper that pulled on her lips. ooc: tall, dark, handsome, and uncountably wicked. im sorry but karmen has a fat lady boner <3 talking to you |