Finally Into Your Grasp
11-11-2013, 12:10 AM
With awe-striking presence a pallid ghoul would emerge from the shelters of shrouded pines, eerie within his ability to float; strides faultless with the grace of his over-powering genes. Large he was, however his frame proportioned to a harmonic equality of ideal, no feature more prominent than the next; despite, perhaps, the extended tail that would sweep a path of invitation behind him, each delicate curl of silver hair intertwined so delicately with the last. She was an impolite splatter of crimson against the pale backdrop that threatened to engulf her delicacy, curled so seamlessly amidst a world far too large for her fragility. He stood barely three meters from her, almost emotionless as he would so eerily gaze silently upon her form; coral towers pricked, rubies quivering with interest atop her almost-familiar appearance. However the scent that accompanied her, was one to tarnish her perfection; encouraging forth the baring of glowing ivories as he struggled to pin-point the memories that fluttered his mind. Beneath the suggestion of Tortuga, loitered a faint clue of a distant destination; a land, perhaps once inhabited by himself, and Taurig. Could she be his own? Swaying, he would close their distance to more than a meter, his expressions mystifyingly void as his blushed gaze would stare into the sentiment of her being; searching, ?You cavort with the enemy, and yet something tells me you are not my foe, little splendour?? ![[Image: TgW7k5D.png]](http://i.imgur.com/TgW7k5D.png) |