Sɪɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴇᴇᴛʜ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴍ
08-17-2014, 11:08 AM
Quote:It's the here and now that has you on your knees pleading for mercy.. |
08-17-2014, 01:27 PM
The scene unfolding before her was a spectacular sight, she loved watching his nostrils flare and eye twitch, she knew she had him right where she wanted him. It was then that he'd voice his opinion, of course he denied such a thing, of course why would a brute like himself want to aid to a damsel in distress. Through it was clear as day that he wanted to find out whom cried out, yet it wasn't Ryder. Taking in his miens and using them against him, she twisted them around and formed them into her own destructive enticements.
Biting off his head with the force of her raging vocals, a slight smirk canvased her angelic features. "I saw how fast you approached. Not even someone who claims to spectate moves that quick to a mere cry." A chuckle insisted to ravish the cold whispers of the cave, and she dared not fight back so her heavenly pip was executed. Now all she had to do was wait, unless more tidings came to mind that she could preach to this young boy.
He acted quite new to this whole thing, like he's never met the opposite sex before. Then again, his immature, youthful odor still clung to him, but how was she one to talk? She had just recently turned two, months ago, so, maybe she is as well new to this whole ordeal. Who could be so sure, really? Shaking her temple, the femme edged closer just a bit before taking a quick whiff of his scent, he smelled of a strong cologne. Something Ryder has never smelt a day in her life, the smell of his was unique and intriguing, like the shades of his coat; he was attractive in the eyes of a white, freckled orange/caramel goddess.
call your girlfriend
tag: LAUFEY | words: ### | omg terrible post!
robb stark
08-30-2014, 04:49 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-30-2014, 05:24 PM by Laufey.)
The banshee of a young women took in the intense amenity in settings that left ample room for personal boundaries. The anatomy of this ghoul before her went far beyond any notion to explain nary the reasoning of his profound enactments, as if he were the candlelight flame atop her bedside. Though insignificant in mass, the misleading beast that swayed his bodice towards her seemed like the type she'd be willing to crawl into bed with. The amplifying destruction seizing at her vessel, darkness made heist at her heels -- casting a dark energy within the whispering caves that echoed his mien. These caves, in which was the setting of her mysterious so called, game, Ryder and Laufey occupied all four corners of this cavern.
Sometimes, it felt like the only company she had was the dim flicker of what she thought was a candlelight, but it was only the mere fragments of the brute whom took even more the risk of getting himself maimed. Yet, she couldn't find the strength in which she had to do so, instead, the beauty was lost in the pool of dark blue wonders that were his eyes. For a moment she could hear the whispers of the dead around her, their lost souls just simply wandering, hoping to find peace in their wake -- but there could be no peace, no, there's no such thing. Albeit, she wasn't a lunatic, if the afterlife was real; she cared not, down here at least, sound and noise seemed to invade.
Submerged beneath the overly sized boy, whom at this point was a little too close for comfort -- but she won't be the one to push him away. A long while she stayed silent, just basking in the glory of his odor, wishing to savor it for whatever it to come later on. A lightly toned pink tongue slipped out from sealed lips, painting its embrace upon the right half of the males cheek. A gentle, affectionate lick of sorts was given, and there she'd retreat from her casanova to dine on the flourishing tidings that came sprouting out. "Taking advantage? Say, how so? I don't see you making any moves that suggests this.." With that her vocal cords ravished with the undying release of temptation, hoping to rally him up just a tad bit, indeed he wasn't much younger than her, only by a year perhaps. So, what's the harm done here? She sees none..
call your girlfriend
tag: LAUFEY | words: ### | omg terrible post!
robb stark