Hot Pursuit
12-19-2013, 08:25 PM
And so she would come to his cries, delicate, pure, innocent; radiating a virgin-like aura, beaming from the heart of her soul with every fragile step she would make. She hardly seemed the makings of an alpha, and yet her divinity was so captivating Isardis wasn?t quite willing to doubt her. Something about her way of speech, the curl that fondled the edges of her tongue, the twisted syllables that wove themselves like silver silk-worms over ebony lips- was so enchanting, charismatic. And yet he would doubt her willingness to ally, when her title seemed of relation to the gods of limpidness; an oracle she claimed to be, and it wasn?t wholly a surprise. Oh the pleasures of infiltrating such a chaste womb! How the thoughts would cloud his mind and hang heavily upon her unsoiled air. ?So divine she is, a woman of refinement, polish,? coral features would tickle with the splendours of his own beauty, features untouched by years of violence, ivory jaws hiding lies of spilled blood. But it was no time for play, he had devoted an alliance to Jupiter, ?King of Glaciem, Isardis; I?ve come to establish the grounds our packs stand upon. For I held a relationship with the ties of your past Sol, an alliance, so to speak.? |