❝ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴅɪɢ ɢʀᴀᴠᴇ
08-06-2014, 04:58 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-06-2014, 05:14 PM by Zyrix.)
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Poisoned daggers were engulfed in the crevasse of a ivory toned goddesses thorax, lashing out with extreme aggression, shrivels of thunderous bloodshed growls unleashed themselves. The maulers of her fangs glistened to a sharp point, and the ones they call juggernauts shredded a few scaled inches of the gushing stream of wind. The ends of her hairs began to bristle, like a porcupine she puffed out around the shoulders and along her narrow spine. She was no longer in her defensive state, but a warning stance that taunted any who dared to come closer. The blue tainted masculine whom had even the slightest guts to approach a demon like herself was un-phased by her murderous proposals, so she switched over to her secondary tactic -- manipulation -- which was one of the very few that was easiest for her. Canvasing her enormous digits across the barren dunes, tiny flakes of sand dancing with the breeze current. IN all fairness she was neither impressed nor drawn to his unlikely accusations of some kind of s.o.s. He wasn't a threat, or piqued her the slightest bit, he seemed a little truth-worthy, but that all depended on how he took to her manipulation and seduction. Zyrix is known to be an outgoing, psychotic-bitch, but some can see past her rude, self-preserved jousting righteousness that she is a sweet and innocent women who once said that life is too cruel to life without love. Yet, only hounds with a keener eye can detect her sentimental embrace, though her impulsive behavior can truly get out of hand and shadow that self-less facade. SO for now, whomever comes across her will have to deal with selfish and cruel remarks with no emotion, but unless you can unravel her insecurities and dig down deep enough; you'll find that she is more than that. With the males rambling vultures coming undone to spit miens of perfection in her direction, auricles shifting to pin point them at them. His aroma was something a little less bulky and proud, but calm and brave. He obviously meant no harm, and reading him was as easy as reading an open book. Taking a moment of silence, only to enhance her behavior, kicking her destructive acts into gear now, stumbling over the many tidings to preach to the brute. Here and there she'd skim him over, only to allow her glowing blue flames puncture back into his binoculars. NO words were to describe his beauty, let alone the voice of a God he carried, and yet she too has the angelic remedies of a Goddess of Death -- rich in both aspect of Bulgarian culture and lioness vocal cords. All at once she finally found her muse, gathering in the right phrases to stitch together and let them flow between black inked lips, the markings under her eyes making the blue cores pop. As she spoke, an angel's melody was played, the chorus full of demonic and honeysuckle notes, ones laced in venom and others held a trace of cinder-block sweet coo. " Well, for one, I don't tend to run around with a pack full of hounds, so with the wind in my fur and the fresh smell of freedom in the morning sounds pretty damn good to me." A small smirk tugged at the corners of her lips, finally deceiving her cold expression to a more flattering portrait. As he pronounced his name he'd use the most exotic way of lathering himself up to this feminine temptress. She too was interested in his collective fondue, seemingly as how quick he came forth upon her sundered foundations; almost as if he was hoping she were a damsel in distress and he were the Hercules to come and rescue her from danger. Now only a soft chuckle was introduced first before the naming of her title, by whom she was and what she goes by. Silencing those drenched essences of laughter to open her mouth and breathe her full name, no hesitation. " Names Zyrix La'kova, pleasure to meet you Novaro Red." |
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