Post by Mildre(a)d "Bagley-Aldaine" on Nov 29, 2010 3:45:03 GMT -5
[ooc]This is for my RP Roulette: AU. This thread will be set in the Twilight Universe.[/ooc]
The clouds were rolling in, dark and sultry as they slipped over the greyish blue of the mid-afternoon skyline. There was rumbling in the distance, and the sky was occasionally spiked by flashes of brilliant lightning, scorching through the air and leaving a distinct magnetized feel everywhere they struck. It wasn't what a mortal would call 'Good weather', no, far from it. But it was something that the restless undead would call 'perfect'.
Perfect weather for baseball, that is.
Adorned in a baseball cap, white with blue lines running and a big P, for Prince, emblazoned on the front, Mildread, Daughter of Romulus happily made her way to the designated meeting spot for that day's match: the pitcher's mound newly installed in the formerly Quidditch-only stadium. Today, with such favorable weather, the Spanish countryside, and Firefox University in particular, would feel the wrath of a good, rousing vampire baseball game.
Mildread grin, fangs shining in her teeth, making her face all that more alluring. She was beautiful, really, whether she was trapped in the age of a pubescent girl or not. Besides, there was quite a market for that sort of figure. It was common knowledge that certain men, and even women, favored a skinnier, less 'busty' frame on their lovers. Either way, it was not something that Mildread, of all people, was worried about.
All of a sudden, the sun dared peek its way out between some slacking clouds and lay on her skin.
"Augh!" She cried, as the sun hit her skin and the entire stadium was illuminated by her glistening curse. Soon enough, the sun was hidden away once more, but if any mortal had happened to be watching they would surely either have been blinded, or completely seduced by her magnificent beauty. Lightning struck, followed almost immediately by thunder. Good, good. The storm was just above them. Her playmates would be there soon. She put one cleated foot upon the pitchers mound, placed her hand on her hip as her hair swayed about her shoulders, and waited.
The clouds were rolling in, dark and sultry as they slipped over the greyish blue of the mid-afternoon skyline. There was rumbling in the distance, and the sky was occasionally spiked by flashes of brilliant lightning, scorching through the air and leaving a distinct magnetized feel everywhere they struck. It wasn't what a mortal would call 'Good weather', no, far from it. But it was something that the restless undead would call 'perfect'.
Perfect weather for baseball, that is.
Adorned in a baseball cap, white with blue lines running and a big P, for Prince, emblazoned on the front, Mildread, Daughter of Romulus happily made her way to the designated meeting spot for that day's match: the pitcher's mound newly installed in the formerly Quidditch-only stadium. Today, with such favorable weather, the Spanish countryside, and Firefox University in particular, would feel the wrath of a good, rousing vampire baseball game.
Mildread grin, fangs shining in her teeth, making her face all that more alluring. She was beautiful, really, whether she was trapped in the age of a pubescent girl or not. Besides, there was quite a market for that sort of figure. It was common knowledge that certain men, and even women, favored a skinnier, less 'busty' frame on their lovers. Either way, it was not something that Mildread, of all people, was worried about.
All of a sudden, the sun dared peek its way out between some slacking clouds and lay on her skin.
"Augh!" She cried, as the sun hit her skin and the entire stadium was illuminated by her glistening curse. Soon enough, the sun was hidden away once more, but if any mortal had happened to be watching they would surely either have been blinded, or completely seduced by her magnificent beauty. Lightning struck, followed almost immediately by thunder. Good, good. The storm was just above them. Her playmates would be there soon. She put one cleated foot upon the pitchers mound, placed her hand on her hip as her hair swayed about her shoulders, and waited.