Cupid shoots with his eyes closed
10-15-2014, 09:14 PM
Darkness enveloped him, pressing into him from all sides as if he were an unborn child. Instead of instilling him with fear, the darkness served to heighten his senses and egged him on, telling him it was a place worth exploring. His imagination, given no sight to work with, created images to fill the void; images that whispered of danger and lurking forces. He moved with caution, eyes wide to catch what little light was available. Behind him, a sound caused the brute to freeze. Immediately he pivoted, his imagination conjuring up images of would be attackers. His breathing quickened, adrenaline coursing through his veins and sending his heart racing. It beat in his ears with near deafening force. He was not afraid, no, he was alive. Every inch of him was alight with awareness, a wakefulness that he'd never experienced before. It was the feeling before a fight double, tripled, the stakes impossibly high and the odds in the other's favor. He belonged in the darkness. A wicked smile tugging up the corners of his mouth, he rumbled, "Who's there?" "Speaking" Thinking |
NOTE: Valentine has a female striped skunk companion named Lefty. Unless stated otherwise assume she's present.