FOR YOU I'D BLEED MYSELF DRY
11-24-2013, 04:52 PM
OOC: set before the DM for obvious reasons <3
She heard them, the sharp yelps and the cries, with equally sharp ears and the lass took no time in acting upon them, interrupting her nighttime patrol without a thought. Her pulse began its ascension in tempo as panic seeped into her mind, finding the cracks in her mental resilience and ability to keep calm with ease. The sun sought her stomach with passion, racing steadily toward the initial location of the cries. Before long she heard her name chanted softly in the wind and she paused to locate it, whirling until she pinpointed which direction it emanated from.
Her lover was upon the earth, flailing under the grasp of horrendous nightmares. Immediately Jupiter swooped in with a concerned croon. "Medusa," she cooed quickly, circling around to the lass' back to avoid her wild limbs. The orange woman would stoop to press her stomach against the earth and her side upon her mate's fur, allowing for their pelts to mingle and offering her warmth. "My serpent, wake up." Her tongue snaked out in an attempt to give a warm lick to the black beauty's features, hoping to stir her from her troubled slumber, concern evident in every ounce of her countenance.
She heard them, the sharp yelps and the cries, with equally sharp ears and the lass took no time in acting upon them, interrupting her nighttime patrol without a thought. Her pulse began its ascension in tempo as panic seeped into her mind, finding the cracks in her mental resilience and ability to keep calm with ease. The sun sought her stomach with passion, racing steadily toward the initial location of the cries. Before long she heard her name chanted softly in the wind and she paused to locate it, whirling until she pinpointed which direction it emanated from.
Her lover was upon the earth, flailing under the grasp of horrendous nightmares. Immediately Jupiter swooped in with a concerned croon. "Medusa," she cooed quickly, circling around to the lass' back to avoid her wild limbs. The orange woman would stoop to press her stomach against the earth and her side upon her mate's fur, allowing for their pelts to mingle and offering her warmth. "My serpent, wake up." Her tongue snaked out in an attempt to give a warm lick to the black beauty's features, hoping to stir her from her troubled slumber, concern evident in every ounce of her countenance.
prone to violent reaction. ic actions have ic consequences and she lives and breathes it.public enemy #1
crawl. crawl more. drag your hands and knees across the destruction left in my wake to the ends of the earth. there's a green light of a shining star in my sky and there will not be an obstacle i will not overcome until i cup that star in my palms. the void in my will has been filled with purpose. so crawl. crawl more, love.
because i like it when you're on your knees.
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