Anybody out there

engulfed by the paranormal activities circling the petite female, Rosalie would watch taunting his unfaithful soul. how pleasureably amusing. Releasing a laugh into the solistice world to allure those into her possession. To trap them in the minds of a desire they can never get. Teasing them insanly until she simply walks away.The roaming persuasion.Could this brute keep her amused enough; to stay with the unconditionble gestures of seduction. For those sensasional curves to nudge the sides of his flanks romancing him in a bucket of bloody red roses.


well well well, arent you charming?


Her purr may be curdled with the heat of such a gentle disdain it might pass as concern, concerns are all the more exciting. Griting the canines in a sign of panic, frustrated to make a mistake with the possibility of clasping the woman into the grip. It was true. It was hard to keep Rosalie as your own. Your pleasureable toy. It was a chance you'd have to risk of simply forfit onto an easier catch. A less.. satisfying being.


im seeking inspiration, a possibility of.. of, well thats for me to know and you to find out?


Driven to the edge of insanity; The masked womans seen it all, witnessed it all, felt it all. Having the the chances on her side; to take as an advantage. This brute moved ever so close to the albino woman that the shadows fear. So ever close. The long husky like tail would trace the features of every muscle reaching up to the Visage; as it bathes in chaos. The earths beat carried on; as did Rosalie. Moving away from the towering male; shes not that easy. Stepping into the screaming shadows the woman was almost out of sight. The sound of the sweet breath being exhaled;in and out. The only sounds that could be heard. Excepts the lightening that striked into the man's twin pool eyes.Interesting. Or was that supposed to be a worry.