hyperparadise
07-08-2014, 03:05 AM
It is with regal diligence that the phantom deity unravels from the compacted underbrush of her domain, serpentining through the perpetual mists shrouding her home with the refined carriage of a fledgling queen -- immaculate, assertive, militaristic. Whispers caught on the wind relayed to her of his imminent presence lingering at her threshold, the prominence of his scent enticing to aphrodisiacs and queens alike; yet their reunion { of which the paladin finds overdue } is an alluring prospect on its own, coaxing the Elysius wraith from the confines of her den with palpable intrigue. Despite the vague sensation of trepidation that flares within her broadened chest cavity, the tyrant adorns the impeccable guise of apathy ----- not even the faintest smirk present upon frayed lips. Uncertainty, however, lurks within the silver and violet prisms of glowering eyes, for it is only indifference that she harbors towards the albino sovereign --- indifference that has manifested during her absence from Glaciem, and indifference earned through the tacit alliance with the red titan. With her abrupt departure, her allegiance has w a v e r e d; currently, the strength festering within her bones belonged to her kin, and there it would remain, her purpose found.
With the faintest twitch of sinew beneath taut flesh, she regards him --- methodical in her approach as she soundlessly glides towards him, enclosing their proximities down to a mere few feet with the proficient grace she had lacked in her youth. Grotesque is the countenance now that overlooks his own, tainted with { healing } lacerations that serve as testimonies to her various feats; facial beauty CORRUPTED by battle --- and yet, she is all the more astounding in her decadent state. As she halts in her stride, her pupils hungrily ravage his own physique ----- curious as to how the titan had fared in her absence. ?My, how the tables have turned,? the croon baits the atmosphere, lack of venomous intent and yet amusement is not revealed in the depths of her speech either --- it is a simple fact she intends to shed light upon. And while he no longer embellishes his metaphorical crown, she can only contemplate why he had allowed it to willingly slip from his covetous grasp; did he no longer possess the ambition that had persuaded her into his proximities when she had been so young and impressionable? They were curiosities she wished to slake --- she would derive this information from him as he would extract whatever information he desired from her; why else would he have sought her presence if not for selfish intent? Though he would not take without giving.
With the faintest twitch of sinew beneath taut flesh, she regards him --- methodical in her approach as she soundlessly glides towards him, enclosing their proximities down to a mere few feet with the proficient grace she had lacked in her youth. Grotesque is the countenance now that overlooks his own, tainted with { healing } lacerations that serve as testimonies to her various feats; facial beauty CORRUPTED by battle --- and yet, she is all the more astounding in her decadent state. As she halts in her stride, her pupils hungrily ravage his own physique ----- curious as to how the titan had fared in her absence. ?My, how the tables have turned,? the croon baits the atmosphere, lack of venomous intent and yet amusement is not revealed in the depths of her speech either --- it is a simple fact she intends to shed light upon. And while he no longer embellishes his metaphorical crown, she can only contemplate why he had allowed it to willingly slip from his covetous grasp; did he no longer possess the ambition that had persuaded her into his proximities when she had been so young and impressionable? They were curiosities she wished to slake --- she would derive this information from him as he would extract whatever information he desired from her; why else would he have sought her presence if not for selfish intent? Though he would not take without giving.