You're as cold as ice
08-01-2013, 09:12 AM
Her yellow orbs peered into his. There was no doubt she was attracted to the male. He was a spitting image of the girl except more masculine and he had emeralds for eyes. His voice rang through her ears and she nodded. She would not be dancing upon the ice any more. The first time was nothing but an accident. "At least the frozen patch of hell led me to you, darling." She smirked and licked her muzzle. The woman eyed him again, without a care in the world. Her comment seemed to strike his confidence up. The woman stared at him but he began to speak some more. His tone was regal and dramatic. Oh how she loved the drama in things. The scarred woman laughed some as she saw the paw movement, then he added on madame. "The pleasure is all mine, m'lord." Her voice was stable and regal. She smirked and dipped her head down in a bow. "You are just delightful. Ive not met such a man here. One that knows true manners. Everyone is so .. horrid." She laughed again before she swerved to face the closest bit of snow. The brutish girl began to crawl on the ice carefully. She dug her claws into the ice with each little paw movement. She turned her head around to see him and urged him to follow. As the demoness got to the edge she hopped up and shook some snow off her earthy body. She snapped her teeth shut and looked to the male. "I would be caught dead before I got on the ice again." She yawned slowly and shook out her neck with a growl. She watched him with intense excitment, though her eyes were still full of a certain darkness even he would be able to see. "Tell me of yourself, Lord Gitan" She sat in the snow, her pelt shone in the sunlight. Bits of crimson blood still lined her fur, caked in. It was not hers, but her meals from days past. She enjoyed covering herself in blood. Speech Thought Others |