12-09-2016, 05:34 AM
Darkness. The trees give way to little light here. Shadows surround most of the trunks, save for a few patches of light that filter through the treetops like beacons where they spread in golden streams to the forest floor. As gloomy as that might sound. Ecco pays no mind to the absence of light setting the world ablaze. The Covelings were not bred to entertain fear, nor to act upon it. Cautious yes, calculating in the face of what is to be deemed ‘danger’, but not afraid. She allows the shadows to bathe her, to whisper seduction on her silvered ears, to coo between her legs and coil up passed her throat. There it settled, lacing her in a veil but she was nothing near invisible, not such an exquisite creature as she.
Her Dam was not far off, poking around delves kept hidden within the wooden hills. It was not often that they seperated company, having learned at an early age that there was power to be found in numbers, the notion preached to them since they were on the tit.
It doesn’t strike the woman odd that he is alone (though for all intents and purposes she is the appearance of a young maiden), it does perplex her though how he so carelessly thrashes about. Such noise, so reckless and indiscreet. Such nonsense, the words find her mind, assessing the scene in silence. He however does no such thing, huffing at her as he dives deeper into the shade. This solicits a glare from the girl, a heavy blink of her silvery lashes and thinning line of her mouth. Lips press together to form a flat ingot of lavender that dyes her lips and fades up her nose. The smell is worth recognition too, thick musk of male racing into her expanding lungs like a slaughter fish biting at her flesh. She would have gagged were she not plenty sure he would only be amused or pleased by the act.
“Oh but monsters do not make me tremble dark one,” she tosses at him, flicking her silky thistle colored tail against her legs. No, monsters never did make her quake (unless one counted the way they made her pulse quicken as they tasted her flesh and pressed their weight against her). Quite the opposite, she reveled in their presence, knew them by name and a vexing familiarity. Too often such fierceness spawned through their lines, and Grandfather made good on spreading them lavishly across Beqanna.
Her Dam was not far off, poking around delves kept hidden within the wooden hills. It was not often that they seperated company, having learned at an early age that there was power to be found in numbers, the notion preached to them since they were on the tit.
It doesn’t strike the woman odd that he is alone (though for all intents and purposes she is the appearance of a young maiden), it does perplex her though how he so carelessly thrashes about. Such noise, so reckless and indiscreet. Such nonsense, the words find her mind, assessing the scene in silence. He however does no such thing, huffing at her as he dives deeper into the shade. This solicits a glare from the girl, a heavy blink of her silvery lashes and thinning line of her mouth. Lips press together to form a flat ingot of lavender that dyes her lips and fades up her nose. The smell is worth recognition too, thick musk of male racing into her expanding lungs like a slaughter fish biting at her flesh. She would have gagged were she not plenty sure he would only be amused or pleased by the act.
“Oh but monsters do not make me tremble dark one,” she tosses at him, flicking her silky thistle colored tail against her legs. No, monsters never did make her quake (unless one counted the way they made her pulse quicken as they tasted her flesh and pressed their weight against her). Quite the opposite, she reveled in their presence, knew them by name and a vexing familiarity. Too often such fierceness spawned through their lines, and Grandfather made good on spreading them lavishly across Beqanna.
ECCO
[..we don't deal with outsiders very well..]