This Doesn't Look Like New Orleans

N/A · 09-27-2014, 07:58 PM

Soon the truth would poor out into the open - the truth that she had not been alone. Something about the air that surrounded her told her that another stalked in the shadows even though she could not gather the aroma. And this man could, in fact, be the shadows themselves - painted in different shades of grey ranging from onyx to smoke. Patterns claimed his body in unusual stripes and swirls, though, it really should not be that unusual seeing her own color was otherworldly.

She slithered flirtatiously closer to the stranger, head parallel to the tainted water and eyes narrowed seductively. Maybe you unconsciously summoned a succubus to accompany you. . . Perhaps it really was not my choice, but yours. Marbled eyes would play with his gaze - meeting it momentarily then shifting off to absorb his body and then back to his eyes again. Seductively she slithered around his frame, her hairs touching his slightly and then stopping in front of him so that they were face-to-face. My name is Venus. Words would poor out in such a way that would make angels envious. Ah, it did not matter what kind of disgusting terrain she tread to, she still craved the touch of man. And at this season, she craved it all the more.

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