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Posted on June 5, 2010 at 06:03:12 AM by d o u l e u r
 This fae was lucky. Douleur was not resorting to the entire primal needs, mostly he did not have the need to rape her. Maybe touch her, a little bit. Feel the soft silkiness of her skin, but he did not want to commit the vile act of rape. His jaw tensed as he looked at her, his eyes tracing lines around her frame as he took in every inch. Creeper? Not specifically, however he did want to get closer. . . needed to be closer. His white eyes stared at her, into her. Speak. She was speaking to him. He listened intently, as if every word that poured out of her mouth was magical and the most important thing in the world to him. Oh goodness, she was gorgeous. He smiled softly, she was lucky, the curse wasn’t completely pushing him to the carnal needs, just loosing his cognitive ability to think, and he could speak but it was difficult and felt foreign. A smile played across his lips as he rocked backwards to sit on his ass. ”Muh-iss just looking ah-at you is he-helhp-helhping.” Not being able to speak was frustrating, but he still showed ample example of his charming personality. His name? Who was he? Douleur let out a sigh, he still did not know the answer to these questions. The fourth curse she said. What the hell was the fourth curse? And why in the hell was he loosing memories and having urges to touch random strange beautiful women. Not that the last urge hasn’t occurred, but he usually had control of his primal needs. What is this?! He couldn’t remember ever wanting to just run his hands through her hair, have her pressed against his rock hard chest. His muscles flexed as he tensed, some little animal in his brain saying no, you don’t get the lady by forcing her to have sexual intercourse with you. Douleur’s smile faltered, he was loosing more and more of his memory. ”Who are you?” he looked shocked to see her standing there, as if the past few moments and the small conversation had diminished from his memory. “Duh-duh-do I kuh-know you?” He was starting to forget how to pronounce the letters. Was the fourth curse going to get the best of him? No. No it wouldn’t. Sitting there, Douleur fought his inner demons. The demons that wanted him to strip his clothes completely, strip hers as well, and just pounce. But Douleur was not a chauvinist pig, he was not a rapist, and sure as hell he was not a killer. Slaying a person was wrong in his book, but his carnal urges were tapping at his door. He struggled against the lost of anymore memory, trying to think of things over and over again in his mind, trying to reply the past conversation that he had, the short conversation that had already disappeared from his memory. “I-Ihm sorry. Pleaaase mah-damn, my mind, iht is playhing tricks ohn me.” His words were slurring as he fought to control the stuttering, the sensation of talking was just so wrong, so foreign on his tongue. He cocked his head to the side, staring at her. Taking in her tense muscles and the white furred thing behind her. He stuttered, his words directed at her beautiful eyes, ”Puhlease, I wish nooot to harm you. Youhre ghore, ghoregous.” Douleur looked at her, relaxing his muscles the best he could to not scare her. He was trying to keep in control, and he was doing a damn good job of it. |