[m] The Weight of Living

Crescendo had not seen much of the dark coated fae, so decided it was his duty to get to know her, personally. Silver eyes shone from the shadows, eying every curve on the elegant fae's body. She was beautiful, and clearly knew it. She flaunted her beauty now, which lad Crescendo to believe that she probably knew he was there.

He melted from the shadows of an ancient oak, striding confidently toward the girl. He grinned, a cold smile that showed his gleaming white ivory's. "Kadence", he purred, a low rumble. "It seems you are a mystery to me still, same as the day I first set foot in these lands. We must fix that, no?" He yearned for physical contact, but withheld. His silver eyes ran up and down her body hungrily, boreing into her pelt.