~Iromar~ ~175lbs, 41”~ ~3 Years~ ~Black heart unguarded~ ~Black hear unloved~ ~Baphomet X Ishtar~
Loki? what kind of name was that? I just blinked at him as he spoke of it, clearly not amused by what his parents decided to call him. I shake my head momentarily and allow my blood hued eyes to cascade over his manly frame, if you can call it that, as he rose. No I did not step back like most wolves might have, I kept the distance I wanted to remain the same. He asked my name and I had let a sinister chuckle leaves my lips. I sway my hips as I circle this boy, who almost matched my height, I was a beast of a women but I was perfection as well, it was the gods- no it was the demon's honest truth.
His flirtatious tones did not go unnoticed to my ears and I thought of displaying my own flirtatious tones, though they'd be false he would not need to know that. I start to saunter my way in a circle around Loki, eyeing what could be a new play toy and though it was slightly amuse by him there was so far nothing special that caught my eye and made me go WOW. As I neared his front once more, swinging my hips around so that I facing him head on I lifted my lip up in a smirk, my pearly canines showing through my ebony lips.
"Well my dear Loki, you may call me Jezebeth. I'm sure it's a pleasure to meet you, no?" I give my plus tail a flick, red eyes bearing down towards his own set of emerald eyes. "What’s a brute like you doing laying around in such a compromising position by yourself? It’s dangerous out here don't ya know? Wouldn't want you to get....hurt." The last words roll off my tongue a bit slower than the rest. I glance around as if looking for someone else, I was not though. "Unless you have a posy lurking around in the corners of the woods." My brow raises in question, not that I wanted an answer to this nor did I care.
Truth be told I wasn't the type of demon blood that ate my 'toys' I'd basically use them till I found no more further use in them, till I dried them up and left them for the vultures to pick at.
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