Post by Lothani on Apr 27, 2008 6:20:48 GMT -5
[Ha ha - made you look]
A gentle rumble coursed its way from the odd flap in her lungs throughout her body, vibrating it into a gentle coo that mimicked that of a domesticated house cat. t was said that big felines were unable to purr warmly, just as small cats were unable to let out the mighty roar. Lothani was able to complete both, though she was hardly an animal. The comforting sound mimicked the soft smile upon her dark lips. Fenris's scent was clouding the forest like a thick fog, or pea soup. The very last time she had witnessed the Lycan was when she had deliciously seen the shame upon his face. Those many months had been when he followed the human master that she had merely glanced at, though judging by the rotting smell of him, he obeyed no one now.
Hardly any sound came from her leather-clad steps as the only point of contact with the ground were the balls of her feet. Pin thin heels barely graced the forest floor as the being moved, and her amber pooled eyes took in everything they could swallow. It was ironic, as coincidental as it was, that Lothani had found herself at yet another school's play ground, along with the home of Fenris Fenrir. Anything that had seen or met this strange-looking thing before would recognise the sound of plastic rubbing against plastic to be her. It was the resounding of her wander in between the trees. Hues of black and red clung to her South American curves, like a man to his mistress, from her neck to her toes. No makeup was painted to her flawless features, as picture perfect as any creation with endless time to her poisonous fingertips.
Caramel hair cascaded down her cheeks to frame that face as she paused in her step. A graceful hand lifted her old chauffer's hat from her head, with the help of the other, and re-positioned it to tilt and cast a shadow over her left pupil-less eye. Silently her mind flickered over the memory with the Valkeries, how they alone knew the truth behind the Rapah's existance, and then swam to the Demon MaĆ. Lothani's very last moments at Magic Horizons Dark Forest had been with her, showing a side that few ever saw. Like a cat, she was playful, and deadly simultaniously. As her hat was cuddling her cropped hair, her chin dipped in a chuckle, those lids closing like a porcelain doll when tipped upside-down.
"Come now, Fenris," her liquidatious voice sang to the wind that played with her hair, "you owe me your arms." Snagging to the end of her sentance was the highly-pitched euphoric laughter. Despite her speaking of his vowe, she had no intention of tugging it from beneath the sand.
A gentle rumble coursed its way from the odd flap in her lungs throughout her body, vibrating it into a gentle coo that mimicked that of a domesticated house cat. t was said that big felines were unable to purr warmly, just as small cats were unable to let out the mighty roar. Lothani was able to complete both, though she was hardly an animal. The comforting sound mimicked the soft smile upon her dark lips. Fenris's scent was clouding the forest like a thick fog, or pea soup. The very last time she had witnessed the Lycan was when she had deliciously seen the shame upon his face. Those many months had been when he followed the human master that she had merely glanced at, though judging by the rotting smell of him, he obeyed no one now.
Hardly any sound came from her leather-clad steps as the only point of contact with the ground were the balls of her feet. Pin thin heels barely graced the forest floor as the being moved, and her amber pooled eyes took in everything they could swallow. It was ironic, as coincidental as it was, that Lothani had found herself at yet another school's play ground, along with the home of Fenris Fenrir. Anything that had seen or met this strange-looking thing before would recognise the sound of plastic rubbing against plastic to be her. It was the resounding of her wander in between the trees. Hues of black and red clung to her South American curves, like a man to his mistress, from her neck to her toes. No makeup was painted to her flawless features, as picture perfect as any creation with endless time to her poisonous fingertips.
Caramel hair cascaded down her cheeks to frame that face as she paused in her step. A graceful hand lifted her old chauffer's hat from her head, with the help of the other, and re-positioned it to tilt and cast a shadow over her left pupil-less eye. Silently her mind flickered over the memory with the Valkeries, how they alone knew the truth behind the Rapah's existance, and then swam to the Demon MaĆ. Lothani's very last moments at Magic Horizons Dark Forest had been with her, showing a side that few ever saw. Like a cat, she was playful, and deadly simultaniously. As her hat was cuddling her cropped hair, her chin dipped in a chuckle, those lids closing like a porcelain doll when tipped upside-down.
"Come now, Fenris," her liquidatious voice sang to the wind that played with her hair, "you owe me your arms." Snagging to the end of her sentance was the highly-pitched euphoric laughter. Despite her speaking of his vowe, she had no intention of tugging it from beneath the sand.