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10-14-2012, 11:03 AM
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Disturbance. Like that of the sweetest spring morn’, its silence broken by the rustle of surroundings and the harsh scream of agony… Ecosphere hummed generously with the vagrant rush of a zephyr and its profound violence. A knife of ice which sliced to the bone, to make one quiver and quake if they were not used to the formidable pinch of winter. Cologne, which peeked a little flame in the abyss of the beast, one which stoked itself up into a raving inferno. Curiosity,ire, flitted through the veins of the creature, the life liquid within seeming to run as tepid as lava bubbling from that of a volcanic structure. Grandeur limbs sojourned, the sinew beneath ivory tuxedo quivering with a sort of excitement. Ah, not peeked at the ravaging inquisition which would plague one’s mind before meeting another, nor peeked by the lonely years when he had been accompanied only by that of whispers of insanity. Now, he was distracted and vexed by the scent of testosterone. He rather enjoyed the female variety more so then that of his own… Ocular gemstones, which were as hot as the adrenaline which poached his innards, flashed wickedly from beneath thick cream lashes to take in the reflection of a walnut painted beast. The other brute was the same height, although his appearance did not strike a… daunting threat, yet Eligor was not short of erudite and knew better then to simply judge one by that. Any creature could present themselves as a threat… Still the demon fixed his posture at the appearance of the other and his defenses accumulated rapidly. Muscles seemed to bunch and tense beneath ivory cloak, as if ready to spring and jitters ran ramped throughout the man’s legs and ankles, causing him to spring with every movement; ready for battle. Tail lashed behind like some type of imperial whip flaggelated to and fro violently as if a army of flies had attacked his hide. As was it his thick and sumptuous lips pulled back to reveal ivories, as if growling like a senseless lupine. Hearken crown that at almost all times sat propped finely upon the skull now was flattened against the skull like a war helmet. Rapidly the beast did ascend slightly upon his haunches, bringing his front hooves off the frozen earth beneath but only slightly. As he descended his feet crunched gruesomely against the arctic blanket, sending a wave of flecked ice about.”Eligor.” Snorted the imp harshly, gems feral as they never left the other male. The grounds of which two brutes would stand usually called for that of a battle ground, but for the most part, the fallen angel of Lucifer’s intents calmed himself ever the slightest, for the other had seemed brave enough to offer himself forth, connecting. Strange really, not many other males could speech be accomplished with… Although the stallion had nothing more to state, and awaited more from the other, while stomping softly at the earth. Dare to dance with the devil…? ”!!” |
