strong legs deliver the beauty from her perch. sunbathing in the frigid air had proven a delight. rosé eyes brushed over the endless sea that reached out before her. a perfect smile gracing effiiminate features and she was a vision of calm delight. one would hardly guess how off she truly was. she had a single focus--to find her new knight. the maiden a true pleaser of her personal ruler. what were a woman without a man? useless. disposable. she would not be common waste. the thought was abhorrent to her and she would find the smile shudder from her previous warmth. she had been alone ever since évariste had abandoned her--and o' how she yearned for him! this feeling could not persist. loneliness was not becoming to her. a final look at the ocean and the jezebel slowly turns to leave this place in search of a love that has become so fleeting.
Little did Huā know, she was not raised so differently from the curvy cream girl she watched from a distance. It was why she herself was bethrothed to a man she did not love, why she had always promised herself she'd grow up a man's wife even if her heart pulled her to women. As the figure turns to leave, Huā slips out from behind the sandbank where she had been resting. She tries to follow, though her pace is slowed by her increasingly heavy tummy- thankfully the girl's speed is not too fast either. And so she slows to a stop as she comes up behind her, not even sure why she's chosen to pursue the stranger. Greetings,
she offers quietly, feeling awkward as seaglass eyes watched on.
Oh the life of a loner. It was both a blessing and a curse. Free to roam neutral lands at his leisure, meet whomever he desires, speak with whomever without alliances in the way of good companionship. On the other hand, it was often boring as all hell. Days would go on without anyone, and they were often rude, suspicious or annoying, some were fun to play with but many were dull...
Today was one of those days, one of those days he would come across another and hope they were fun enough to keep around for more than just a moment. One a new face, the other an unfortunate, awkward familiar. It was the new face he was most interested in than the siren of the sea. Her belly fat with what he could only assume to be a litter of puppies, the slut was filthy with the scent of men when they met - so he didn't fear any of them being his.
No, the golden beauty is who he focused on mostly. I'd watch myself around sirens little sun. She'll eat you alive if given the chance.
His voice smooth, a taunting tone toward the dark-headed one while he stood just a couple wolflengths away from them both, perpendicular to their greetings.
it is a woman her invades her space immidately. her body is thickened with life and magdalene can only draw eye to her rounded abdomen. why was she running in her state? how unfortunate that she would extend such effort to an arbitrary task. what would her husband think of her working herself in such a convtroversial manner? she bites her tongue as the lack luster greeting entangles itself among her ears, "bonjour," she purrs. her voice is far different from that of the inky water girl.
she would not be left to associate alone with this girl. there was only a brief moment of longing--girls needed their time to rejoice in company, to gush over their superiors. she wandered where this girl could show her, but alas, her answer would appear. his body is a ghostly apparition. his eyes captivating and oh, he has noticed her! a smile slips over her features: inviting. he is not much taller than her, but his broadened chest is something she wishes to bury herself in. who was this colorless vampyre? "oui, sir," she obliges his advice as though it were law and she lowers her head to him in immediate respect. what would she do? it had been an assignment once upon a time--the second attempt at fate had to be written at her own doing.
Greeted in a foreign tongue- she was happy, for a moment. Just a moment. And then Abaddon appears, strange as ever, mocking even. He did not seem to care for her state, and coldly she thought to herself, yours would not be strong enough swimmers to reach me anyway. The girl bows, seemingly agreeing with the man- Huā's face contorts into something of disgust, she frowns. She was raised to be a wife, to be inferior. But not to be mindless, not a brainless idiot. A pointed gaze passes between the two of them, and without another word, she heads back slowly in the direction she came from, tail waving high in the air. She was no man's mindless toy: she was the queen of the sea, and had no interest in time spent with the lowlifes of society.
Coking a brow at the cream coated one's words and action, he grinned lightly to himself. The sea witches were uptight, no fun, full of themselves and having encountered already three of them, he had a sour taste on his tongue at any of the island wolves - well, the little brat male wasn't too bad after a while. Without another word, the pointed woman was off. The disgust on her face had not gone unnoticed but instead, he grinned at the sight. Once she was far enough, he turned his attention back on the new toy he had found wandering the beaches.
Half circling her, he wished for a better view of the submissive woman. Are you grateful for my arrival?
He cooed softly, fire and ice engorging themselves on her physique. See how unpleasant she is?
It was toys like these he liked the most - not just women, anyone who had their guard low enough to let him in. It would only be a matter of time before he could get a taste of that sweet syrup that coursed through her veins...
the grey female would not miss a beat making her departure as the alabaster male made his presence the immediate priority. she was surprised, but clearly there was heat between the two. she must have been a poor partner. displeased him in some way.
his smile was almost sinister and it made her skin crawl happily. a man that did not regard what others thought or said was a good man. he exuded confidence! magdalane's tail shifted side to side in elation, "oui," she croons with delight and she attempts to move closer to him--to close such arbitrary distance!
"i apologize for her curtness, monsieur," she shakes her head in mild embarassment. how could a female be so disrespectful? "i am magdalene,"a prompt to find out who he is, but a man is not to be questioned. her lavish frame draws to a stop much closer to him. the lad's eyes are positively captivating and she finds herself lost in them, lost in him.
Sorry for the delay with my Abaddon replies!!!
Her answer struck him as foreign, not knowing the exact word but he heard it a few times before and it was always in the context of something pleasant - so he only thought the same of now. The woman's voice was charmed, and he, in turn, was too. Oh it's well alright.
The vampire purred, growing perhaps a little too excited as she approaches a little closer. He could already feel his fangs wrapping around that slender neck of hers, piercing through that delicate flesh and tasting what flavor she was; it was all fantasies of course.
Magdalene.
Instead, he would taste the name upon his tongue. Relishing in how submissive she was, a rare little flower indeed and he felt lucky to have happened upon her before the siren would drag her away into the ocean! Abaddon.
Swallowing just a little more distance between them, leaving nothing but the brushing of hair tips between them, he continued. So what's a pretty little thing like you doing here?
she is unmoving as the moments tick by. only seconds and she had been enamoured by his possessiveness. it was her only goal: to be possessed. and so she would relish in this man's presence. he the victor over her--claiming her loyalt lest another bring him to his knees. and all of this realization brought for the charming smirk on her face. he was her own to serve and now she could not help but feel complete.
the way he spoke her name sent a deliberate chilld down her spine. he was a cunning man, that she could tell, and his dark mannerisms were ever so enchanting. his gaze something she could positively drown herself in. he came forward upon introducing himself and the jezebel felt herself full of wanton lust for the vampyric male, "i happened here when my previous owner disappeared. i wandered around looking for you," the words are bold, and while she had not specifically meant she was looking for the man she just meant. she meant she was looking for someone of his kind: someone that knew she was to be a controlled addition to a harem. men often did not deserve a life with only one darling--but she would insist she should always usurp the rest.
The way she spoke was different than the rest. The more that spewed from those rose petal lips of hers, the more it painted a picture for him. Owner, it only made a little more sense now. The way she looked at him, the way she spoke - she was conditioned to be an item. To be claimed and used by another and from what he could gather from her interaction with the siren and himself, she desired a man's dominance.
Oh, how perfect could this be? Are you discarded?
He paused for a moment, letting the words linger briefly before continuing. Do you want to be mine now, is that it?
He needed to hear it, wanted to hear it. Perhaps he had found just the thing he didn't know he needed. Leaning forward, the pale wraith pressed his muzzle against her cheek, taking in her scent, familiarizing himself with it. I could use someone like you if that is what you want.
the velvety voice of the spectre cooed from blackened lips as he pressed forward further. Swallowing her personal space with intense greed.
She is clothed in lust, in hopeless romanticism, and perverted meanings of life. Her newest obsession seeming ever so keen to take the reigns that she so willingly offers him. She yearns to please he who is strong enough to have her and a charming smile remains painted on her beautiful face, "oui," she confesses immediately to his question. Isardis must have fallen to not return to her. She had been bred to be the perfect counterpart and being unwanted were unimaginable, "if you should have me," her skin crawls in excitement.
He came forward and she could feel his warmth against her face. Her muscles seeming to jump with excitement. he is perfect. savior in her time of need! "i am yours," she confesses. there is little to think about. she would be permanently attached to him unless she should be formally stolen. she would be his item--his toy to play with and his fiercest loyalist. her eyes are alive, her nose breathing him in--her tongue aiming to place a kiss on his face--to taste him.
A sickly sweet smile creeps over his maw as she confirms his suspicions. Such a sweet girl, and now she was all his to toy and play with. He bathes in her kisses, but none would be returned just yet. No, he'd have her believe his affections had to be earned first, not some thing he would give around pass around willy-nilly for her pleasure.
Good.
He purrs softly before brushing against her, walking past and around, curling his body around her as he moves, possessively, coiling around her curves while marking her with his own scent.
Come on then, let's get off this cursed beach.
The man said as he walks off, away from the water and into the wilderness. Away from the sirens who patrolled their beaches should they come screeching around them again.
He wonders. What would she allow him to do in time? Was there a limit to her loyalty? For now, he would try to solidify their bond to ease any further testing, before he could feed upon her neck and flesh as his own for carnal pleasure. At least for now, it would be nice to have an obedient little companion who would follow him around. Silence was quite lonely if he was honest...
Sorry he's so slow! We can end this here if you'd like, I can start up a new one with them!