Toxins In My Blood
Azrael
Melanth
Beginner Healer (0)
Master Hunter (240)
age
3 Years
3 Years
gender
Female
Female
gems
227
227
player
SailyntSteps
SailyntSteps
06-23-2024, 12:54 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-23-2024, 12:55 PM by Melanth. Edited 1 time in total.)
Time ticked by like melting ice under a hot sun. She didn’t have to wait long before his familiar scent carried over that unseen line. Distant whistles heard through listening ears. Helonia felt daring in that moment. Wanting nothing but to pursue him on her own terms and conditions. Strong gaze unwavering as she took a single paw. Easily stepping into uncharted territory without hesitation. Than another followed shortly after and before she knew it, Helonia found herself stalking the male.
Silent placement’s maneuvered the landscape. Not knowing if its structure, yet continuing to tread the path leading to him. Thankful that he was not that far from where she’d originally come. Incase any other may have come after. She may have taken a risk in making such a treacherous decision; but, she knew it would be well worth it in the end.
From the shadows, she chose to observe him. His well earned muscles protruded from a thick violet and obsidian coat. Piercing green eyes searching for something along the grounds he ventured on. A satchel she could smell meant for herbs around him. She didn’t stop the yearning of need pooling between her legs. The urge pumped into her veins like poisonous venom injected by the beast himself. (How ironic.)
The closer she got. The more she acknowledged he would sense her presence. No longer wishing to hide."Well. Hello, stranger."
"Helonia"~"Melanth"
Silent placement’s maneuvered the landscape. Not knowing if its structure, yet continuing to tread the path leading to him. Thankful that he was not that far from where she’d originally come. Incase any other may have come after. She may have taken a risk in making such a treacherous decision; but, she knew it would be well worth it in the end.
From the shadows, she chose to observe him. His well earned muscles protruded from a thick violet and obsidian coat. Piercing green eyes searching for something along the grounds he ventured on. A satchel she could smell meant for herbs around him. She didn’t stop the yearning of need pooling between her legs. The urge pumped into her veins like poisonous venom injected by the beast himself. (How ironic.)
The closer she got. The more she acknowledged he would sense her presence. No longer wishing to hide.