Lunch?

*Renesme* · 08-07-2013, 05:30 PM

Her lips where warm, moist and sweet with desire; her touch so gentle. The whispers teasing and knotting as she plots. A solstice predator she is, living for the thrill, it was the chaotic being that would glance to what was going on, crouching low enough for the tops of the sanguine grass to hide the ivory flesh. before finally she draws forward, seethes in a bewitching and elegant gesture, with little hesitation would the dame gain back her posture, the winds tracing the porcelain hips, indulging in its essence. Step by step would she draw closer, like a ticking bomb; ever so slowly. To only dip the tiara towards the two women. The carcass would lay upon the solid floor, lifeless and stiff; numb to its past and what was his present. " Greetings to you both, im Renesme." With a feral hiss it would poison, collide into the air with such generosity. The darker fae would show the signs of a successful hunt, with the red liquid dried upon the pretty little maw, such success. The one thing that puzzled Renesme's mind was how she could get down a bull.. alone, perhaps from the ivory woman that stands a few meters distance away? With that the blood kissed lips would seal, stitch together and simply gaze. Not in the slightest bit concerned about the meal so devishly layed out before the fangs. If the chaotic dame wanted, she would of taken it, or at least some with little thought in the matter.

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