You bring out the devil in me
Requiem
05-14-2023, 08:55 AM
T here was an almost melodic quality to the gentle rasp of the whetstone as Requiem ran it down the length of his blades, honing them to an unbelievable sharpness and deadliness. He paused momentarily to admire the way his blades shone, catching his own reflection in the mirror-like surface with a proud grin. The voice of his beloved from behind him making his grin shift from one of pride to enamored as he turned the blade slightly to watch Lurid reflected in the steel as she came closer to him. "An artist is only as good as his tools, my beauty," he remarked, leaning into his goddess' gentle nudge before returning her kiss, savoring the way her affections left tingles on his lips and her taste just tantalizingly sampled on his mouth. Lurid's svelte body caressing into his felt lovely, and Req was eager to lean his toned form back into hers, the two wolves perfect physical representations of the peak male and female forms—veritable gods come to earth.
L urid's offer to go on a hunt perked the red devil's ears, and a grim, knowing smirk crossed his chiseled features. He knew exactly what Lurid was referring to, and he was keenly interested. "Semper, sponsa mea," replied the brute in deep baritones punctuated with a dark chuckle. Setting his knife down on the workbench, Requiem picked up his hunting knife from the rack of blades on the wall and slid it smoothly into his shoulder holster with a bit of showman's flair, twirling it around his digits before stowing it home. "Did you have a particular mark in mind, or are we seeing what the day brings us?"
"Requiem" | "Latin"
L urid's offer to go on a hunt perked the red devil's ears, and a grim, knowing smirk crossed his chiseled features. He knew exactly what Lurid was referring to, and he was keenly interested. "Semper, sponsa mea," replied the brute in deep baritones punctuated with a dark chuckle. Setting his knife down on the workbench, Requiem picked up his hunting knife from the rack of blades on the wall and slid it smoothly into his shoulder holster with a bit of showman's flair, twirling it around his digits before stowing it home. "Did you have a particular mark in mind, or are we seeing what the day brings us?"
"Requiem" | "Latin"