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Posted on April 7, 2014 at 03:35:27 AM by L U C I A N
It is puzzling, the enigma that is Stella, and how it has come to be that she has captured some measure of my fascination. After all, there is not much that sparks my intrigue these days. But this little bullet, with her butterfly wings, she presents a whole myriad of tantalizing qualities rare in her fairer-sexed sorority. Enough at least, to draw the beast from his lurking lair. I stalk her shadow from afar, the breadth of my paws swallowing her slighter prints beneath their heft. It seems she strives for high ambitions as well, seeking her own blood on the field of combat. Very few of even my own children have displayed such tenacious flare, what bold genes she must carry to be so predisposed. I'd watched with dragonesque fixation from afar as she had laid into her own brother in an attempt to mutineer his crown from him. She was thwarted in her attempt, but the effort had been nothing short of impressive, with the very Elements going berserk all throughout the showdown. Indigo sclera never left her figure during the skirmish, and afterwards I'd lapped her blood from the pools left in her wake, savoring the divine libation upon my tongue as it mixed with the more callous texture of her Brother's upon my palette. But I am vexed by her actions in the aftermath... seeking her sibling yet again in defeat, for a more civil reunion than before. I stalk her at leisured pace, unhurried and thus only catch the final remnants of their conversation when at last I arrive upon the scene. So if she could not beat him... she would seek to join him? And at what Gain? To be scorned by his peers and welcomed with suspicion? My gut whispers ulterior motive, but I cannot be certain. Powerful shanks ooze a lethal virility, striding purposefully unto the scene as if there was no doubt I belonged there. Blacklight pits are cast possessively upon the marred canvas of the bloodied Valkyrie before turning towards her brother with some measure of contemplation, as if I warred within myself whether or not to peel his hide from his body for the damage he has done to a prize I was beginning to covet. Tongue rasps across my lips at the prospect, but I hold my demons at bay- for now. Sauntering up alongside the black and gold laced bellatrix, I am so bold as to rake my fangs through the thick fur of her ruff, muzzle inhaling the sharp aroma of her Life's blood where it coagulates within her wounds. Whip lashes high and I flash her brother a sadistic serial killer's smirk. I would bathe in his blood myself, if she finds she is dissatisfied with his compromise. dark pools drift back to her cameo, massive helm tilting, that smirk turning into a molten grin that could scathe. "Miss me?" Deep dangerous voice utters with masculine arrogance and amusement. |
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- THE BIRTH OF A CREATURE THAT YOU CREATED. - By stella April 7, 2014 at 06:25:22 PM
love as its meant to be - By Kane April 8, 2014 at 02:27:36 AM
To The Rhythm Of the War Drums - By L U C i A N April 15, 2014 at 03:53:10 AM
THE BIRTH OF A CREATURE THAT YOU CREATED. - By stella April 16, 2014 at 10:18:32 PM
love as its meant to be - By Kane April 28, 2014 at 11:31:58 PM
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