SWEET LIKE CINNAMON
01-30-2014, 01:43 PM
#awk artemis
The spindly fingers of moonlight caressed her rigid countenance as it filtered through the dense foliage overhead, illuminating the vibrant amethyst and metallic silver of her searching eyes with a faint but enigmatic glow. She sought his company due to the ever-expanding ambition that presided within her skull, with the desire to display her potential to her sovereign and his inferiors so that she may impress and inspire, but his presence was also something she craved out of curiosity and intrigue. Twice it had been he -- he who understood little about her other than the name she had been brandished with -- who had poignantly made an appearance at two traumatic events entirely on her behalf, and twice now she had been left curious but flattered as to why. His motives, however, mattered little in regard to the respect that she harbored towards her King because of his selfless actions, and therefore she felt it entirely necessary to abide to his command with the eagerness she may have once offered her mother. His pallid form would creep through the labyrinth of underbrush, immediately captivating her attention with its brilliance beneath the silver lighting of the moon, and abruptly her stance would shift to one of lesser superiority as her tail coiled about her left ankle and her skull descended slightly. Pupils would remain stagnant upon his proud physique as he strode nearer to her with a swagger befitting of his title, her muscles tensing some as he closed the proximities between their bodies with the awkwardness only she seemed capable of possessing. While affections were not something the babe was familiar with nor something she was pleasured by, she would not shy away from his crown as it gently shunted her chest, brows furrowing minutely as he drew his skull away from her body. Having been raised to discard any signs of adoration, the phantom was uncertain and uncomfortable with the situation at hand, deciding then to tentatively press the leather of her nostrils against his right shoulder as she had done before with her siblings, hoping that the action would appease her King. "My King," she'd offer in response to his greeting, features lightening somewhat as she withdrew from her attempted display of affection. "You sought a private audience with me?" she voiced curiously, wanting to get straight to the point of their meeting. |