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Posted on April 15, 2014 at 03:53:10 AM by L U C i A N
The voluptuous valkyrie seems unenthusiastic by my impromptu arrival, but what can I say? I have a knack for inconvenient timing and I tend to like it that way. Besides- who could resist that pretty face? And by That, I mean the expression that currently peels those lovely lips away from the hidden daggers, the tight lines that contort the regal visage into a savage snarl, skin folding and furrowing and puckering across her muzzle and brow in a display of her distaste. I found it endearing if not a bit comical. Broad muscular shoulders are given to roll in the most casual of shrugs, a half-hearted penance for the trespass, I wasn't about to apologize for something I was not sorry for. Her hackles thicken and she seems stiff beside me, but I do not move to offer her any further attentions- affectionate or otherwise. Instead, diabolic gaze returned to that of her brother. If he thinks I seek to raise his aingst or some predisposition to protect his half-sibling he's kidding himself. After-all, wasn't it He that had just ripped into her mere hours ago upon the battlefield? It'd be a bit hypocritical to come to her rescue from a Big bad Wolf like me after spilling her blood himself, would it not? I was far less of a threat, at least as far as I was concerned. I had no desire to make a meal out of him just yet though, as it seems his proposition is enough to suffice Stella's appetites. I've yet to display any amount of dominion over anything... aside from perhaps a passive suggestion of possessiveness over his feminine counterpart, and now there is no longer any need. All aggression is shed from my posture, replaced by the crass, smart-ass demeanor of my usual Rogue self. My steely hide may seem battered and battle-worn, but I wouldn't have it any other way- let him keep is shining black armor. A deep, hearty chuckle is drawled past saliva-coated razors at the King's jest, I take a measure of my own palpable physique, scrutinizing the debris-strewn locks, the scar-riddled skin, the puckered splay of my brutalized fore-paw, and then back to the golden judgement of his gaze. "Whatever gave you that Idea?" Deep baritones resonate a graveled timbre, feigning genuine puzzlement. I step forward a pace, looking the male over closely. It is odd to think that this was the New Angel King in Heyel's stead. "Heyel must be growing soft in his years, if he's to let anyone with a coat darker then his gleaming alabaster to ascend the throne... Good for him, it's about time he pulled that Prideful Stick out of his Ass..." A leering grin creases my lips again, indigo pits seeking the depths of Kane's. "Your old man, on the other hand... I have never held any qualm with. He was of Far better humor than your In-Law... it's too bad I never got to know him better, really. Tell me, does Old Devil still haunt your chasm?" I have no ambitions to create war with the Angel pack, it would serve me no purpose nor benefit... and judging my Stella's latest ambitions to join their ranks, I highly doubted it would win me brownie points with the tempestuous woman. |
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- 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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