strange behavior
07-03-2014, 08:19 PM
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The whole world is just blind A wretched, hell-spawned place this was. The frosty mocha woman felt as if she was strolling through hell itself. Ashes, fallen trees, the sky of blackest obsidian. Not a sound but her muted paws, shuffling across the ground in which was completely littered in ashes and bits of debris. These ebony chunks of deep obsidian painted her heels up, but the silver brown babe cared not. For this place brought her peace...joy. Endless thrill that traveled up her long, fragile spine. She'd never care for the ash that covered her ankles and hands. All the girl wished...was peace. But at the same time, thrill. Excitement. The young woman couldn't get over it all. It was all to addicting...like a drug, like alcohol. And even with the nasty, sticky aroma of smoke wafting into her nostrils casually, the girl carried on smiling. As if this place was the best in Alacritia. Paws would set neatly before the other, carrying her calmly through the wretched fire-tainted forest. She could already tell...unholy like creatures roamed this territory like roaches or in festive ghosts. They surrounded hear, looming over her beautiful display and calling the others with a brief scream. Catrix groaned and snorted softly, a creepish smile playing upon her inky black lips. But suddenly her happiness was cut off- and the aroma of a man wafted into her nostrils. Wrinkling her muzzle up slowly, the girl would release a firm laugh. It echoed through the vague darkness of the wood...and that was all she could hear. But it would defiantly not effect the silvery mocha babe...Catrix slowly turned and shuffled toward the trail of male scent, pace growing faster as she got closer and closer. Finally, she arrived before him. The devious woman's throat released a soft, bubbly gurgle with quite satisfaction and interest. His young frame smelt of Glaciem...a pack she was somewhat okay with. He had a tall masculine frame and a rather attractive palette. Indeed...if he was anything like her, they would defiantly get along. Licking her dry ebony lips slowly, Catrix began to circle the young man, paws silently taking her around him. But keeping a reasonable distance away from him face-...she grinned darkly and stopped in front of him. Then, she dipped her head, chuckling softly and opening her maw to speak. Ah...albino. Beautiful. Perfection at it's best... Her face beamed with interest and she continued her circle around him cautiously. Tell me, my friend...what is your name? Where do you offer your beauty? Catrix wasn't normal, but she wasn't crazy. She had a tendency to be flirty, to be naughty and to tease those she knows nothing about. But this boy's reaction- it'd be up to him. |