We Are Divines, The Apples In Their Eyes.
09-07-2014, 04:19 AM
The presumptuous woman toyed with her serpent. The creature slithered around her neck taking its rest there. Kaleidoscopic eyes would glance at the serpent momentarily before turning her attention back to the Medusa. Each syllable the woman spoke was analyzed, observing the way her lips curved around each word and the tone in which each word was spoken. Eyes momentarily grew hard, but quickly relaxed. The succubus shifted anxiously, paws flexing subtly upon the turf. Ah, how to address this arrogant woman? She craved to prove dominance over the ecru lady. To rip into her delicate flesh and to feel her crimson life wash over her lips. Though, such desires were quickly pushed aside. Besides, she would more than likely get her opportunity in time. Right now she needed to focus on the safety of Bass's kingdom and her own ranking. She did not need to risk tainting the trust that the King had for her. No, she wanted to be his Naharar. Expected? No. . . I grace you with my presence and an opportunity to learn. Whether you accept or not is up to you. Though, I am sure the king would be pleased if you were to follow through. A touch of venom was in her voice. Toxic. Poison in which begged to pour over the Medusa. Though, quickly as words continued to flow, she would gather her voice into its usual angelic, soft timbre with a hint of majesty and a bit of dominance in its tone. Motley eyes darted toward the ground when the woman would take the life of a passing insect. Ah, such a mindless murderer that possibly hid inside this one's soul. Body would then shift to stand directly in front of the woman. Frame shifted gently as it would hold itself in its proud, queenly manner. Head held high, shoulders squared perfectly, and neck stretched elegantly. Eyebrows were raised slightly and gaze would lock onto the woman's bi-colored eyes as she awaited for whatever response were to come. my actions | my words | my thoughts |