February 12, 2015, 06:17 PM
[size=medium]"sell your soul not your whole self"[/size]
[size=small]The taste of blood was bittersweet in his mouth. While he was certain that all of the crimson liquid staining his lips and veiling his white teeth was not all his, he was also fairly certain that she had also gotten a taste of him during the reckless clash of their fangs. Still, in the end it would all prove to be worth it.
In the midst of his crazed attack, just as he predicted, the rocky surface caved. But luckily, maybe even miraculously it was not the Ostrega the one to lose his footing. A couple of dangerous wobbles later, the brazen male peered over the edge, his golden eyes never losing track of the struggling form female that slid down the jagged surface of the ridge's side.
This, had been just what the picturesque scenery needed, a little flare, a little death.
But to his dismay, she was far from being dead -- only a bit bruised and scratched up, nothing time would not erase but nothing others wouldn't notice.
The sharp rocks that she had slid on had used her body as paper, writing his warning upon her skin as a reminder to her and to all who saw her, but there were still things Ciervo wanted to say -- or at least express.
With his neck craning over the ledge, but his gravity centered he looked down on the female, then with the edges of his lips tugging up into a wretched smile he launched his third attack. No warnings were given this time; with his feet scraping against the rocky floor he swept off a good amount of pebbles and with the force of his own foot, sought to aim them at the female's head.
A shower of shame.
But the storm was not yet over.
After the curtain of falling rocks was ended, he strectched his neck again to peer over the edge; this time his mouth parting with the intention spill on her his venom-- but not the one words could manage.
With his eyes glimmering in amusment he allowed a thin thread of silver to fall from his mouth and into the bulleye's below -- her forehead.
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In the midst of his crazed attack, just as he predicted, the rocky surface caved. But luckily, maybe even miraculously it was not the Ostrega the one to lose his footing. A couple of dangerous wobbles later, the brazen male peered over the edge, his golden eyes never losing track of the struggling form female that slid down the jagged surface of the ridge's side.
This, had been just what the picturesque scenery needed, a little flare, a little death.
But to his dismay, she was far from being dead -- only a bit bruised and scratched up, nothing time would not erase but nothing others wouldn't notice.
The sharp rocks that she had slid on had used her body as paper, writing his warning upon her skin as a reminder to her and to all who saw her, but there were still things Ciervo wanted to say -- or at least express.
With his neck craning over the ledge, but his gravity centered he looked down on the female, then with the edges of his lips tugging up into a wretched smile he launched his third attack. No warnings were given this time; with his feet scraping against the rocky floor he swept off a good amount of pebbles and with the force of his own foot, sought to aim them at the female's head.
A shower of shame.
But the storm was not yet over.
After the curtain of falling rocks was ended, he strectched his neck again to peer over the edge; this time his mouth parting with the intention spill on her his venom-- but not the one words could manage.
With his eyes glimmering in amusment he allowed a thin thread of silver to fall from his mouth and into the bulleye's below -- her forehead.
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of winter and the bleak cold breath - by Echelon - January 21, 2015, 09:35 PM
RE: of winter and the bleak cold breath - by Ciervo - January 23, 2015, 12:23 PM
RE: of winter and the bleak cold breath - by Echelon - January 24, 2015, 02:21 AM
RE: of winter and the bleak cold breath - by Ciervo - January 31, 2015, 01:58 PM
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RE: of winter and the bleak cold breath - by Ciervo - February 03, 2015, 09:49 PM
RE: of winter and the bleak cold breath - by Echelon - February 05, 2015, 05:41 AM
RE: of winter and the bleak cold breath - by Ciervo - February 06, 2015, 07:34 PM
RE: of winter and the bleak cold breath - by Echelon - February 08, 2015, 03:12 AM
RE: of winter and the bleak cold breath - by Ciervo - February 11, 2015, 10:20 PM
RE: of winter and the bleak cold breath - by Echelon - February 11, 2015, 10:41 PM
RE: of winter and the bleak cold breath - by Ciervo - February 12, 2015, 06:17 PM
RE: of winter and the bleak cold breath - by Echelon - February 13, 2015, 02:22 PM
RE: of winter and the bleak cold breath - by Ciervo - February 20, 2015, 10:45 PM