holy water cannot help you now
08-11-2014, 08:48 PM
There is desolation. That is all this place has known, it is obvious. Ash covers the ground like a blanket, thick and fine enough to cling to the thick caramel coat of the Viking princess for days to come. Her deep blue orbs scan over the decimated landscape, drinking in the destruction with a calculating, almost bored expression. She knows this kind of chaos, she has wrought such disaster on many occasions. Her long, powerful limbs stand strong and still beneath her, pillars of strength that have yet to fail beneath her bulk. Tall, acute audits twitch as a bird calls out in the distance, sounding distressed before it falls silent again. It fled, the only obvious, albeit cowardly conclusion to be drawn. There was no scream of impending death, therefore the avian fled. A grunt of disdain enters the cool, midnight air swathed in mist as she audibly displays her opinions on the bird's decision. The moon, high in the sky, displays itself at the height of it's cycle, fat and proud. The behemoth's snout tilts up to face the nearly ebony sky, optics flashing with the silver light of the lunar surface as she gazes up at it. Her expression became thoughtful then, wondering what the moon has seen this night of her family, how they fare. Most likely, they have fallen far in her absence. Serves them right. The sound of approach reached her audits just in time, and long banner would sweep over her heels once, before rising over her hocks, curling over her rump. Slowly, the beast would turn to face the stranger, cornflower blue optics quickly locking onto the face of the male. Much can be told by scent, and the warrior was quick to deduce that this certain man had recently been with a female. A brow would raise, and she would stare down the smaller male. Her thinning coat shone in the moonlight, and she noticed his did as well. It held an unusual palette, a deep orange coating his frame. He was handsome, with eyes like the moon that hung in the sky above them. Slowly, a smirk would crawl onto the broad planes of her face, revealing the tips of her massive fangs as she hungrily looked over the male. The ebony outline of the odd mark around her left eye stood stark against her golden fur, no doubt adding to her fearsome appearance as her appraising gaze swept over the man. "What brings a pretty face like that out into the desolate wilderness alone?" Rumbling melodies would purr, the giantess making no effort to hide that she would not mind feeling his flesh against her own. "Don't you know there are dangers out here? One would not hesitate to eat such a lovely creature for a midnight snack." She hummed quietly, taking another step closer, staring him down with a wolfish grin upon her severe features. "Speech" Thanks to Chrono for making this sexier than Captain America art for me! |