This Doesn't Look Like New Orleans
09-27-2014, 08:28 PM
Ah, of course her travels would land her in a place of filth. Dirtied water with decaying trees blossoming from the liquefied surface. Serpents floating across muddied water as birds float across the heavens. A thick fog painted the land, consuming it with its opaque embrace. It was hot and the air was simply hard to breathe. Pesky mosquitoes took over the land in vast swarms. Definitely no place for the queen of seduction. The tainted water sloshed against her limbs as she carried forward to who knows where - it seemed like she was headed to hell. Ah, that is where she belonged after all, was it not? To be Hades personal harlot. She found herself bumping into a log on occasion, her vision was limited by the thick surrounding clouds. A growl of irritation emitted from her throat and even though this place was beyond repugnant, she could not help but feel as if she were not alone in this place. my actions | my words | my thoughts |
09-27-2014, 08:46 PM
Massive beast had slipped into the swamplands in a moment of reminiscing, slipping through his sisters old pack lands that now lay unclaimed. He missed his sister, it had been quite some time since her sudden disappearance. It had been quite some time since he had been able to just sit down and hang out with her as siblings rather then wolves in allied packs. Since his return he had come to find out this his sister had done exactly as he had asked and ripped the pack from the Valhallans. But why did he feel so empty? Maybe it was because he himself had not exacted the revenge on that wretched pack. Maybe it was because even though they had lost their home the wolf who had killed his son was still out there, still breathing when his son wasn't. No, he was not done with his revenge, he would make sure that no Adravendi ever ruled again until he or the wolf who killed this son was dead. That much he could promise himself. A sickly sneer would curl up the edges of his lips as he lifted his head and allowed verdant gaze to slither over the surrounding area. Was someone here? Head would tip back as he inhaled, testing the air. A scent, feminine at that, reached him and he would turn in that direction. Massive paws squelched in the mud, making a silent approach impossible so he didn't bother hiding himself. She appeared before him like a vision and he would pause, head tipping and regarding her. "I can't imagine you're here of your own accord?" His voice was a low rumble, rough sounding as it rolled up his throat.
Speech!
09-27-2014, 08:58 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. my actions | my words | my thoughts |
10-02-2014, 10:47 PM
She was a temptress, a goddess in the flesh and she knew it. Her paws were but a whisper on the ground as she slithered towards him. There was no harm in looking right? Her words would drip from her lips like liquid velvet, forming like a blanket to slip through his ears. "Maybe I did summon you, maybe not?" His words were nonchalant, noncommittal followed by a languid lift of his shoulders as he closed his eyes for a moment and smirked. Acidic green eyes would open again as she introduced herself and a slow smile would slither it's way across his lips. "Venus?" Her name would roll off his tongue like an earthquake, a rumble starting from somewhere deep in his chest and reverberating up. He couldn't lie and say he was no tempted by her, he was in fact quite attracted to her but beauty only go you so far. Did she have the brawn to back up that beauty? A quick tongue to whip others into shape? He loved women who were nice to look at but it was what was on the inside that kept him around and won him over. "I am Kylar, King of Arcanum. What brings a damsel such as yourself to this neck of the woods? You smell of a pack, tired of home? Need some? More exciting company?" His words were a soft throaty rumble, verdant gaze never leaving her even as she circled and examined him. He would not move, standing tall and statuesque above her. Blackened pelt moved as muscles rippled beneath his skin, shifting as skull turned to follow her though paws would remain planted. Yes? She would do nicely.
Speech!
10-04-2014, 07:15 PM
The regal beauty listened careful to each syllable that would fall from his onyx lips. A sort of darkness tainted his words and she was quite skilled at unmasking the wicked. More exciting company? Perhaps her inner masochist would crave a different company; however, her regal blood did not. She was dedicated to her king - being his Kashkar and, perhaps, soon his Naharar. A voice in her mind whispered "caution", though, she just could not resist flirting with danger. Limbs flexed slowly to maintain a posture of a royal figure - shoulders squared and weight placed evenly between each stilt to produce a perfect stance. Head tossed itself into a majestic setting, held high with a serious facial expression - lips returning to default position and eyebrows rising only slightly. Tail was draped loosely, careful to not display dominance over the man. Kylar. . . I am Kashkar of Abaven. The king's leading warrior. Ah, but why does the King of Arcanum desire to know why I have carried myself to these parts? Perhaps it is I who should be wondering why a king would venture to a place of filth. Tired of home? Why would I be? I have plenty to keep me entertained. As you probably can tell, entertainment for me comes rather easy. They flock to me like pigeons. What kind of excitement are you offering, Kylar? Marbled eyes stayed focused on the man's gaze, careful to not display the slightest sign of submission. No. She would rather bleed her last drop before cowering before another. Would she willing join his pack? No. If he threatened her? Mm, no. She would, of course, put up a fight. An undying dedication to her king - to help him build his empire with unimaginable strength. What kind of exciting company was the man offering was unknown to her. Perhaps he, like most others, wanted to combine his body with hers. . . or perhaps it was an alliance? Though, such an alliance would have to be taken up with King Bass. If it were her, she would trust him no more than the ecru lady, Anzehlika. my actions | my words | my thoughts |
10-05-2014, 12:58 AM