Oops, there goes gravity
10-14-2014, 05:58 PM
But a soft coo of flattering words would caress his delicate maw. Words that were nice to hear, though, she already knew so well just how beautiful and hypnotic her appearance was. It seemed to grab hold onto her victims so easily, pulling them in so viciously and without intention to release its eternal grip. Perhaps she even haunted her victims' dreams - appearing do majestically in their peaceful darkness. Ah, but such a thrill it was to be a succubus. Though, she struggled now, at this time, with a desire to feel like she meant something to somebody. To have at least one soul mourn her passing when that time was to come. But if she were to perish on this night, she would be so easily forgotten. Nobody would search for her and no tears would be shed. She would lean into the man as he would shift closer. Tonight, at least she could pretend she meant something. Tonight, she could pretend that there was at least one heart that would care for her. But in reality, it was not so. Maw would gentle glide beneath his jaw and stroke him lovingly, a thank you for his soft kisses and agreeing to keep her company on this lonesome night. Would the two ever meet again? Only the gods truly knew that answer, but she half hoped that they would. A warmth radiated from his heart and mind. A warmth that offered a relief from the sadness that not consumed her. But, it was strange, that such feelings could not be shaken entirely. They clung to her mind and gnawed at it until it ached in pain. His tail would curl around her and she would press into his body as he would continue to shift so that he embraced her entirely. Holding her now. A lullaby of compliments would make her heart flutter softly. Something about the man whispered to her that she could trust him - confide in him. Admit everything to him. After all, after this night, what would it matter if they never were to orbit one another again? He could negatively judge her, hate her. . . Mm, but none of it mattered. He was but a stranger that was merely orbiting her planet and would soon pass. Venus had no moons that were determined or patient enough to take the risk of eternal orbit. Though, did a moon not keep a planet in perfect balance? Have you ever. . . ever. . . felt so completely empty? I just. . . There's like this hole that doesn't seem to want to go away. It's never been there before until. . . Until a pack member passed in those storms. And it angers me that I am in such a state as I am now. It's just not. . . it's not who I am! Words would begin confused and detached, trailing into annoyance and anger. Had she forgotten who she was? Ah, but feelings as this should never touch her heart and soul. These feelings of weakness and sorrow. But it angered her - it made her angry at herself. my actions | my words | my thoughts |