03-21-2017, 09:58 AM
Kirin
that girl is a real crowd pleaser
He is not prone to being haunted by the past. There are few memories that are sweet and nostalgic to him and they are so for all the wrong reasons. Kirin does nothing for others, everything is to serve himself. The only heart he knows how to love is his own, twisted and black, corrupt as it may be. It serves him, he does not pity himself, he would not know how- there is no longing for him to be any other way.
It is enough to be loved, adored, worshipped, feared even. These emotions would serve because they came from others, it gave him some sick sense of power. What is more they often liked it, they wanted it, they told him so.
A purr in his throat catches as her lips trail gently along the star lit curve of his lavender neck. They could always be angry that he kept them , like treasures in a dragon hoard, never easily parted with and certainly not for long. Not forever.
Their forever was his, one way or another.
Find me now. There it was, a simple invitation but he need not be given more than one. Finally she meets his gaze, dark depths finding silver fire and that is all he needs. Simple submission in the most carnal of forms, he would not be so gentle now. Long gone was her adolescence, his own mouth did not falter, grasping at the tender skin of her chin. Two soft velvet lips clasped against her jawline, the black tresses that stuck he paid no mind to, tracing a path down her coal colored neck.
“I will find you, and we will find a new home.” His voice is assuring, there is no doubt in his silk words, spilling like amber liquid from his mouth. “We will take it,” he took everything, as was his custom. “Come with me Misra, promise me,” he urged, trailing overlong on her withers, biting with a roughness though he was still facing her.
“Now turn around,” he commanded, and it was evident his purpose. “I will take you too,” his weight would crush her tonight, he would not relent. He needed her to know this side, this beast that accompanied the beautiful facade. Out of darkness he was made, sculpted, chiseled to a perfect predator.
Could she accept that she was made of dark things too?
It is enough to be loved, adored, worshipped, feared even. These emotions would serve because they came from others, it gave him some sick sense of power. What is more they often liked it, they wanted it, they told him so.
A purr in his throat catches as her lips trail gently along the star lit curve of his lavender neck. They could always be angry that he kept them , like treasures in a dragon hoard, never easily parted with and certainly not for long. Not forever.
Their forever was his, one way or another.
Find me now. There it was, a simple invitation but he need not be given more than one. Finally she meets his gaze, dark depths finding silver fire and that is all he needs. Simple submission in the most carnal of forms, he would not be so gentle now. Long gone was her adolescence, his own mouth did not falter, grasping at the tender skin of her chin. Two soft velvet lips clasped against her jawline, the black tresses that stuck he paid no mind to, tracing a path down her coal colored neck.
“I will find you, and we will find a new home.” His voice is assuring, there is no doubt in his silk words, spilling like amber liquid from his mouth. “We will take it,” he took everything, as was his custom. “Come with me Misra, promise me,” he urged, trailing overlong on her withers, biting with a roughness though he was still facing her.
“Now turn around,” he commanded, and it was evident his purpose. “I will take you too,” his weight would crush her tonight, he would not relent. He needed her to know this side, this beast that accompanied the beautiful facade. Out of darkness he was made, sculpted, chiseled to a perfect predator.
Could she accept that she was made of dark things too?
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