grind your bones to make my bread
07-28-2014, 12:20 PM
The sound of deep male vocals behind her was all that alerted the occupied mind of the obsidian wraith to the presence of a man. Tearing her gaze from the crystalline waters before her, dual toned optics laid themselves upon the figure of a dark brute. "Good morning, stranger." Sultry vocals would purr, a small, sly grin coming to play upon her sharp features. She gestured to the space beside her with one ebony paw, a mute invitation, before replacing the tea cupped appendage back upon the terra beneath her. Her gaze slowly drifted back to the water, and still her mind was lost, wandering to thoughts of a more violent nature now. If it weren't for all the fucking gutless swine she'd called mates over the years, she would probably be happy now. She wouldn't be wondering where her children had fled- hell, she probably wouldn't even fucking have children. A short huff shuddered through her slender flanks, and she once more returned her gaze to the features of the so far silent male. "My name is Raven, what may I call you?" She inquired of him, her gravelly lyrics a few octaves lower than the average femme, but still quite pleasant. Her strange, two toned pools roamed over his frame, wondering if her visit here was in fact worth the while. By the look of things, it wasn't a total loss. However, she seemed to be getting that awful little 'good person' vibe from the male. How fun could this possibly be now? Speech Thought Others |