And when you kiss me goodnight
09-12-2013, 12:27 AM
And so the snow would begin to return, casting dusted carpets over crisped vegetation; crackling beneath the ghoul as he would saunter with purpose, aware of the woman?s short proximities. Gliding, he would sight her, illuminated by the gentle cast of silver moonlight; a shifting mass of pallid against the dark night, falling to the earth beneath her with admirable grace as she would find no hassle in discovering a more appropriate bed. It would tickle his pride to see his people comfortable, to see the enchanting woman found a peace within the knowledge of protection. Good, for Isardis and his forces would crush any who attempted to threaten Glaciem and all it stood for.
A low chuckle would suggest his arrival, effervescing from coral lips as he found a meek amusement within her rest; no desire to give her space The King would continue until he stood less than a metre from her huddled form, admiring her delicacy as he would sway silently above his position, elegant tail flitting weakly at his hocks. ?Even in slumber she is enticing,? smirk would twitch the mans lips, ruby gaze tracing the delicacies of her body, ?What tires you so, silver temptress?? From memory, the vixen was a product of allure, a fiery attitude pressing beneath her pores.