russian roulette with no luck
01-18-2014, 03:36 PM
svelte hips would bounce to the ground to level his spine, his belly resting upon the moist mud. his ash and coal pools would travel from maeva back to the unmoving rock, when a movement some ways off caught his attention. his jestorial crown would lift, gazing upon the quickened pace of the rather attractive woman approaching. for a moment he would ponder whether to move into a more defensive position, but the thought did not last long. perhaps he was foolish, or even a little mad, but he did not often find himself to be cautious around the wolves of alacritis. so he simply laid there, swathe of slate coal and lightened ivory tapping in a museful manner. when she would close the distance, smooth and musical tones fell from iniquitous lips. hello, darling. |
!! jae wears a full deer carcass (excluding legs) draped over himself
