PAINT THE STREETS RED
07-17-2014, 01:57 PM
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? the soft chuckle that trickles from ravenous jaws is a soprano so enchanting as her youthful half-sibling jerks away --- lividly --- at her unsuspecting caress, and the phantom can only offer her dove an amused simper upon her visage as their mismatched gazes intertwine. perhaps the elysius deity could teach her darling sister of the importance of COMPOSURE; for now, however, she remains attentive to nephele?s speech, prided by the fact that her kin hopes to perfect her battle prowess --- and the queen shall willingly oblige to such a request. at nephele?s pretentious claims, the phantom smirks --- evidently satisfied with her sibling?s budding diligence; yes, she is clearly an elysius. once the babe?s speech concludes, the tyrant wallows in silence, internally musing over her options while avid pupils devour the entirety of nephele?s physique ----- methodically. ?if you crave your title --? the wraith begins, vocals enigmatically whimsical as she breaches her ultimate verdict, ?-- then you must bleed for it.? it is a suggestion that is indisputable, her words firm. if nephele sought to hone her skills, then the only means necessary was through bloodshed itself --- and artemis would dutifully provide it for her. with a mischievous gleam to her mismatched violet and silver gaze, the phantom backpedals until a mere five feet of vacancy lingers between them, robust body elegantly pivoting to face the dove head-on. pallid skull descends over her breast while her tail lashes the air in alignment with the remainder of her serpentine spine, ears sewing against the contours of her cranium while her mismatched gaze narrows accordingly. chin dutifully tucks against the curvature of her neck as her shoulders roll, neck scrunches, and hackles bristle to encumber the sides and back of her neck in a protective halo of excess flesh and fat, abdomen tensing and toes splaying. sinewy appendages space themselves equidistant apart and bend slightly at the joints to lower her center of gravity, weight shifting evenly between each limb while her dulled nails grapple the earth beneath her paws. gluttonous jaws fall slack and her blackened lips unfurl to reveal the yellowed bone of murderous incisors, her challenge clear as she baits her sister with a guttural snarl of vehement intent. she will not dilute her attacks { even to preserve the physical beauty of her sister }, and she hopes that the dove will do the same and prove as to why she is branded by such a powerful surname that bestows her own head. for TASK ZERO of THREE |