i cant stop
10-14-2013, 06:43 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-14-2013, 06:44 PM by Kristoffer.)
The man was a brute, yet his eyes were lazy. Each movement was flawless. Elegance disguised by boredness. He was an image of greatness. The spawn of two wonderful beings. His kin were the regal of the regal. The man was Kristoffer. He may smell of elegance and greatness, but he is pure whore. He enjoys the feeling of woman. Women were his joy. The only time he felt complete was when a women was wrapped around him. Theirs furs mingling and their bodies meeting. It was glorious. Just the thought of it made him quiver in delight. The man took after his father a lot. His fur was a dark grey with blue tints. His head was brown and it dappled down to his neck. Those eyes were a pristine silver. The man was an image of glory. Though, he sought out his family. The beings he once fled without real reason. His paws were met with thick snow. White specks dappled his dark fur. His thick winter coat did him good. He slithered his way to the territory that had his kin's smell smeared across. The smell of must and sex. It delighted him. The most prominant smell was female and Isardis. Oh, Isardis. The man was his brother, they weren't very close but their relationship had potential. He grinned and stopped at the border. The man then tilted up his head and let forth a masculine howl. He asked for his kin to meet him, he wanted a chat and maybe entry into the pack his brother led. He had yet to plan, though he was there on the borders wasn't he? The man nonchalantly sat upon the blanket of snow ans waited. Speech, |