NO ONE IS AT HOME IN MY DARKNESS

*Karmen* · 01-14-2014, 02:12 PM

The sound of wilting flora caused Karmen to elevate her head from the ground, her gaze seeking the source of the footfalls. And whence she caught him in the ensnares of her web, she was left speechless. Her throat was tight with fever, and the windows to her soul - or lack of - grew wide with silent awe.

He was perfect.

Tall, masculine legs that supported a tank-like torso - a chest so broad it rivaled the potential of an armoured shield. He wore a dense coat of stygian fur, his black mane immaculate to all others she had witnessed, even down to the curlicue of hairs on his chest. His thick neck held the crown of his skull. A narrow, slender muzzle that hid his canines, and a face that was as two-sided as she: one half held a charming and sophisticated set of features, a jawline that could only be chiseled by a God and a dominant brow. He was so handsome, but the stranger's mirror side was mangled and distorted by raw folds of scarred flesh and dead skin. But she adored his monstrosity more than the godly perfection of his other side.

A girlish tickle of hormones and feminine fantasies mingled in her tiny body, tingling her pinkie toes and causing her jaw to lock in silence. He called her doll. She internally screamed with fan-girl-intensity, her heart palpitating at immense speeds.

"Few find my company worth staying in," she said, a little breathless, as she rose to her posterior, a sweeping tail of golden hairs wrapped around her hips as she turned her face towards him, tucking her chin into her chest as she batted her eyes at him.

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