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your bloodstains on my custom coutures - Fiamma - November 01, 2024
it seemed best to wander at night, given the danger and bloodshed that lingered 'round her new associates. the woman—named sangre, which she had recently learned—was on the mend. but trouble was not over yet, based on the electric charge that raced among the wolves gathered here.
it wasn't so bad here. not so sparkly as the pass had been, but a better look at the stars. and how numerous they were!
fiamma stood upon the cool sand on an evening, looking up at the mass of little lights above her head. they took shape and form, as she had once been told—but only her brothers had been taught astronomy. she could barely guess at shapes—
a set of teeth? the deadly length of a deer's antler?
she sighed and shook her head, letting the stars be. instead, she paced the perimeter of this little valley, ankles brushing the desert scrub as she went.
if someone had come across her mother bleeding out, she would have begged for them to help her. she had stepped in to do the same for sangre.
and if that someone had been successful, she would have offered them her eternal debt and gratitude.
so here she stood.
a savior. an outlaw. an aberration.
RE: your bloodstains on my custom coutures - Osiel - November 02, 2024
… and an apparition; edged in silver lucency beneath the cold-cast starlight.
“May I join you?” The ocelote emerges from a bracket of shadow, red eyes peeling towards the woman in the deep night.
These were the last of autumn days. Soon, winter’s sere voice would bear itself upon the basin, complicating an evening walk. Already dead leaves lie in drifts from palo verde as Osiel approaches Soto’s slender recruit.
RE: your bloodstains on my custom coutures - Fiamma - November 03, 2024
a grayscale vision emerged from the night, his ruby eyes cutting through the darkness like twin beacons of something bloody. frightening—and, she had to admit, compelling. and his purred request even more so.
of course,fiamma told him with an ingratiating smile. she felt her hips sway and the rhythm of her movement designed to accentuate her curves that little bit more.
men were fools for flesh. she knew that well.
come ti chiami?she asked, looking at him with chin slightly lifted.
i'm fiamma.
he moved like soto did—low and furtive, like desert shadows. perhaps he was of the same set. she wondered whether he carried the same magnet for bloodshed as the chocolate man, though even if he didn't, he would soon drift that way by proximity.
they all would.
for now, she'd have her fun. soto owed her one for saving the woman sangre's life. she would cash that favor out at the best possible opportunity.
RE: your bloodstains on my custom coutures - Osiel - November 06, 2024
In Sayula, the ocelote had lived in luxury with his wife and children. Many families and many generations.
Here, their basin was desolate, with very few pleasantries beyond the woman who enriched his eyes now. She wants him to stare, and he does openly, at the slim tuck of her waist against the swell of fuller hips.
“My given names are Osiel Melendez,” his eyes sift upwards to the silver’s face, “but my friends call me Ocho.” He slips into step beside her, silken coat a pinpoint of starlight.
“You are far from home, Fiamma,” he perceives from the romance in her italiano. “What business does a woman have in the desert?”
RE: your bloodstains on my custom coutures - Fiamma - November 06, 2024
she didn't miss his wandering eye, and the way it lingered upon her slender curves. she even moved a bit differently in the wake of it, shifting to allow the moonlight to cast shadows and spotlights in all the right places.
fiamma had been alone and lacking company for far too long.
un piacere, ocho,she purred, lifting her chin to survey him much the same way. the woman chuckled at his question and gave a brief shrug.
change of scenery, i guess.
the days were hot and the nights were cool. it was unlike anywhere else she had ever traveled.
un amico di soto, suppongo?fiamma queried, cocking her head. he could hardly be anything else, given his close proximity to the camp—and the fact that he hadn't been disemboweled by now.
unless she was the first to have spotted him. . .