Can You Catch The Fog?
08-04-2013, 01:19 AM
(This post was last modified: 08-04-2013, 01:21 AM by Isardis.)
Her stance would barely alter, a mild twitching of disapproval scathing his lungs; aching, longing to encourage forth some form of anxious reaction, a reminder of his supremacy and merit. She would freeze, her body hovering as still as the breezeless landscape that swathed them, and perhaps one of the last traces of frost as the winter world around them began to crumble into the depths of summer. Her voice would usher forth with ease, though her language were not one the beast felt familiar with, her word choices notably perplexing; so much to the point of giving in to psychological defeat. However momentarily, the ghouls pride far too great. ?Such enormous self assurance, for such a little lady,? he would chuckle weakly, pleasured by her pride-infused attempts to waver him, to get him thinking; alas she had failed. ?Do you really feel the need for questioning? Have you no faith in me, madam ?fog??? and audaciously he would reach towards her, cherry nose attempting to make contact with the plane of her neck, perhaps daring her to retaliate. ?You see, fog will come and go, but it leaves no great impressions on the lands or fauna adjacent to it- it is but an ornament, a thing of temporary existence. It has no true wealth or value. Must you speak so poorly of yourself? It hardly seems fair,? lips would twitch, itching with delight, coiling within the sickening pleasure his character so hastily expressed. He enjoyed the striking woman, perhaps she were one of his favourite little ornaments as far as appeal was concerned, and apparently she could also be somewhat entertaining. |