05-30-2015, 01:43 AM
She's got a tongue that asks questions and a mind ripe like a succulent apple. He was never that fond of the sweet treats, they're normally rotten to the core with an infestation of maggots. Nier wondered, if he cracked this little ebony mare open, would she be full of devastation?
He studied her with a keen eye, in the light that broke the wintry sky, he could see her better here. Her sleek body, small snd compact. Her dished face exotic against the ridge. It was the brilliant sapphires in the rock face that made him notice her gemstone blue eyes. He gave a rugged snort; all this fancy examination. He let a yawn stretch his jaw as he lazily came alongside her as she continued to sashay her hips and stretch her legs. Nier had himself a little exotic dancer, all to himself. Greed piqued him within but not for long before his sloth behaviour took over. Wings opened and he stretched them, ruffling them.
Oh he did like to impress.
"Piece of paradise, no?"
He listened, ear turned to her. Yes the minx posed questions. And he'll answer then, the way Any sloth demon would. In a lazy tone, a little bored already. Was this it of herd life?
"Nothing much than you see, Pet. Born and raised here. Find it boring as hell -- will you change that for me, my little exotic dancer?" he playfully nipped at her hocks, wiling her to move some more. He has some exploring to do and he didn't want her too far out of sight. He'd hate to see that pretty little thing in a mess of black mans, blood and bone down the edge.
Sick and twisted minds breed sick and twisted lies.
n i e r;
tyrael x amnesia
the winged invisible sloth demon
He studied her with a keen eye, in the light that broke the wintry sky, he could see her better here. Her sleek body, small snd compact. Her dished face exotic against the ridge. It was the brilliant sapphires in the rock face that made him notice her gemstone blue eyes. He gave a rugged snort; all this fancy examination. He let a yawn stretch his jaw as he lazily came alongside her as she continued to sashay her hips and stretch her legs. Nier had himself a little exotic dancer, all to himself. Greed piqued him within but not for long before his sloth behaviour took over. Wings opened and he stretched them, ruffling them.
Oh he did like to impress.
"Piece of paradise, no?"
He listened, ear turned to her. Yes the minx posed questions. And he'll answer then, the way Any sloth demon would. In a lazy tone, a little bored already. Was this it of herd life?
"Nothing much than you see, Pet. Born and raised here. Find it boring as hell -- will you change that for me, my little exotic dancer?" he playfully nipped at her hocks, wiling her to move some more. He has some exploring to do and he didn't want her too far out of sight. He'd hate to see that pretty little thing in a mess of black mans, blood and bone down the edge.
Sick and twisted minds breed sick and twisted lies.
n i e r;
tyrael x amnesia
the winged invisible sloth demon