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Posted on February 24, 2013 at 08:44:01 AM by Kali & Durga
A double cherry, seeming parted, But yet a union in partition, Two lovely berries moulded on one stem... ~William Shakespeare What a Most intriguing specimen. Yes, yes... Durga comes to this surmation rather quickly after her bi-toned eyes watch the wayward vagrant meandering slowly in her direction. He does not look up, No. He keeps his head down and low upon hunched shoulders and at first she thinks perhaps he's fixated upon a scent or track... She and her sisters' mayhap? But the way he moves does not instill in her the notion of a hunter on the prowl or a scout tracking... His is the Walk of One who is Lost. Perhaps not physically lost, but lost somewhere in his thoughts or mind. She smiles as he draws near, half expecting him to smack his noggin right into her chest for all he was paying attention. But in the last moment he finally seems to become aware of himself enough to look up and spot the obsidian and gold scythe where she sets so poised and prim. Really, there is no pose that does not do the twins justice. They were natural born sirens, just like their mother before them. The hazy, half glazed look in his eyes confirms Durga's initial presumption. That is the look of a listless Soul. His eyes fix on her, and she thinks perhaps he may turn back to leave, which would have been sorely disappointing. Instead, he manages to speak, though it is a meager excuse of a greeting. Sorry... he grunts. She in turn, giggles- knowing full well that her twin was out there, just beyond the scope of their sight, watching them. "Sorry? Sorry for what?" One brow pitches in interest and Durga stands to take a few steps closer. her golden-tipped tassel flicks saucily and she allows an emphasized flare sway her hips and shoulders in that saucy way she has seen her mother do. It is a succubine strut, and for one so young it looks effortless and natural... altogether too womanly for a proper girl her age. But that was all part of the fun, wasn't it? She strides up to the stranger, her mismatched eyes glittering with pixie-like mischief and a cheshire smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Are you lost? You look lost... and a fella as easy on the eyes as you are should most certainly be found, methinks,"  The Deadly Scythes Of Diveen * Forged By the Devil and the Demoness * Sheathed in Feminine Flesh * Wielded By None * |
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- I could be a shadow - By Vidar March 8, 2013 at 08:41:06 AM
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