New Glaciem Meeting!
07-30-2013, 08:11 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-30-2013, 08:13 AM by Isardis.)
ErisAnd one by one his luminous future would begin to file from the surrounding landscapes, delicate fragments of his being and all he had to respire for. The pulsing of regal blood would thrum within his ears, drown the padding of dainty paws as a petite creature would saunter frontwards, natures feeble reminder of the internal substances he so longed to share. She was stained an irregular russet and coal, mottled pelt similar to that of a radiant rabbit, bands of appeal stroking each hair with tender affection. The emotional depth that radiated her pores would fall upon blind eyes, ruby gaze exploring hungrily the fluctuations of her curves. Had her curiosity led her to him, only to be dazed by the ensnare of which she had entered, or would she happily offer body and mind? Eris, EuphA mere four words would be all the angel would require, a simmer of pride and an overpowering wave of possession torrenting slithered veins. His mind would instantaneously begin to roll over her potential, and although she didn?t appeal as a woman who could give him large children or battle particularly well, the albino fiend would regardless place value within the arrival of his new pack member, his new doll. Smirk would twitch with rising pleasure, tongue curling behind satisfied jaws. Though the pallid angel would fall short of a greeting, the familiar cadaver of Euphrosyne further feeding the comfort of power that had begun to dwell within him, his initial beauty, original plaything, greeting her king with reticent language. ?Ah, my two beauties; what better a way to announce the coming of a kingdom, eh?? leer would continue to roll cherry lips, addressing both women with equality, though particular interest were designed for the unfamiliar, the perfect stranger that had only recently arrived. ?I do not doubt your services, m?belle, such purpose lay in store for you,? ruby gaze would roam free of her fa?ade, falling upon her hips as if a feeble attempt to see the clockwork within. Renesme Though still they would come, the illusive figure of a pallid queen suspending her surroundings with inadvertent camouflage; a perfect mirror of sophistication against the snow of which encased her. She would present with a theatrical bow, her chest pressing against the elongated bones of a forelimb, vulnerable and taunting beneath his ruby gaze as he would devour her with notable famish. A forepaw would guide the angel from his tower, stepping from his wooden throne as weight would again come to burden the snow beneath. Though no inelegance nor poor stature would present, four limbs roaming beneath large casing as he would sway towards the alluring framework of the recent arrival, the illusion of floating no less than an indication of arrogant refinement. He would guide his body around tapered quarters, extended tail sweeping the earth in his wake, performing for his audience as he would draw by the lustrous woman?s side; hovering barely centimetres from her pallid flesh. ?Such conduct, my darling; what a pleasure you are to the eyes, I do so hope you plan on staying?? seamless lyrics would glide from rosy lips, salmon tongue crawling between jaws in a brief display of approved taste. The question were not one of option, there would be no allowing a seraph of such eminence to pass through his grasp, though regardless he would offer her the bittersweet illusion. LevadaRusset would stain the monochrome features of the plain, ruby gaze drawing from the snowed fae to rest upon the crawling figure of yet another youthful splendor. Auburn would glow like brilliant embers, as if to melt the ice that bound her paws, and she would address the sallow king with haste; bowing before satisfying words of initiation would stroke fondly at his drums. ?Services of which I will be sure to put to ample use, my ember,? elegant tongue would coil syllables with adept ease, ruby gaze roaming the fluctuations of her feminine physique, wry simper still taut against cherry lips. IrinThough the appealing lady would be far from his last addition, yet another woman of ample impression rolling from the abyss with evident purpose; again, as sallow and pigment free as the frigid landscape of which she sauntered. She too were small, a minute fragment of delicate silver, fleece as untainted as the face of a blank page; and yet she were far from boring, her striking simplicity enough to inject the albino fiend with particular interest. He would weave from the side of the first pallid lady, leaving her only with the brief spark of hair-on-hair, spine contorting to swivel around the luxurious frame of the auburn lady, Levada, allowing her a moments of unwavering visual contact before drawing to the side of the newcomer. Irin? How sweet. Lungs would expand to draw her scent through quivering nostrils, hovering barely a rulers length from the ladies jaws, mass beginning to sway with angelic pleasure as he devoured the feminine perfume excreted unknowingly from her pores. ?A pretty to savour,? he would coo through loose hinges, admiring the ladies undeniable delectability as he began to brew the elegance of children she may produce. PepperAs if five were not plentiful, yet another femora would waltz from the confines of nearby vegetation, moving with an aura of self worth and confidence. He would grow mildly wary of her approach, her confidence contrasting with the mannerisms of the vixen?s that had already shown. Though she would still present with meek placidity, silver tresses that of comparable disparity as she would saunter with adequate elegance; the sallow ghoul sparing a moment to observe her, admiring the suggestion of strength that brewed beneath hoary leather. ?Pepper, undeniably suiting,? a weak chuckle would effervesce from rosy lips, feeling no direct need to immediately respond to her enquiry. Names were of little importance, and Isardis were as aloof with gaining them as he were offering. ?Well, aren?t you a lady, hm?? he would weave his body a minute distance closer to the striking fae, ?As pretty with her tongue as she is her body, yes?? conclusive lyrics would bubble free of eager jaws, ruby gaze tickling the contours of her fa?ade as pride continued to squirm his chest. NarshaThough the angel would be wrong to ease, prayer for numbers seemingly going heard by the heavens as yet another creature would meander into view; a sketching of desaturated auburn and washed ashen against the blank canvas that would surround her. She were a pretty little thing, russet littered by ebony barring and frosted by powders of near-pallid. Though the King were one for regularity, faultlessness, untarnish, there were something particularly appealing about the glorious hues that had stained her extended jacket. ?The heavens have been kind today,? he would sound upon her approach, regarding her with ardent taste as eager gaze would then skip between the several other women that had sought his presence, his leadership. It were foolish to suggest they had come by any supernatural power, though the numbers and quality of such delectable women had surprised even the angel himself. ?So willing, and so equally striking,? paws would begin to waltz towards the delicate lady, gape thirstily absorbing her dainty form, tongue again lashing with taste at cherry lips. AllHe would cease just short of contact, allowing his body heat to prick at her pores, to be absorbed by his closeness; a deep exhalation would flurry towards her, a somewhat uncouth suggestion of proximity. Smirk would taint his maw, extended tail twisting about pallid form as he would then turn to face the others, dwindling upon each fa?ade with seam-bursting self pride. ?As you seem so eager to share, my lovelies; I am Isardis, King of Glaciem. I can guarantee you now, your decisions to stay have been favourable, wise. Such magnitude, such possibilities will come to you; you are the initiation of an empire,? amusement tugged at his lips, leering with pleasure as his colossal frame would sway, a false aura circulating his spine with supernatural essence. They were his now, and it would remain that way for as long as he were King. ooc/ HELLO LONG REPLY /death. There are little sub headings so you can try find your characters. <3 Hope it makes sense, its very late for me. |