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10-16-2012, 04:23 PM
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Perfume was contradictory to the putrid stench of the creature which was halted before the demonic angel. Instead there was a prevailing and fetid aroma of testosterone; whispering entices of combat and dominance! Ah, was it always such with the brutish specimens? More than likely, many of the times, it was indeed just this. Or perhaps, it was the natural behavior and mannerisms of the psychotic vagabond and could not be portrayed to ever other bloke which did inhale and exhale existence. And I shall devour that existence! Those dastardly lips, thick with a despicable mania intent seemed to ooze an unspoken menace which may have bubbled and effervesced between clenched and gnawing bicuspids. Alas, no threat, no battle, no challenge would seem to arise on this finest occasion yet. Sinew, the building blocks, beneath the tender and taught flesh, covered by a tuxedo of radiant alabaster, quivered in a soft leisure; relaxation. The hazel tinted fellow presented himself as nothing but merely an inquiring mind, and that his spirits did not lay in the fields of battle as that of Eligor’s. Pity, pity… Yet the wintry beast did watch from beneath those thick and heavy eyelashes, the pillar of the other male flash out and stomp at the earth, causing a defiant flicker of the hearken crown propped finely upon the skull. Lash wove to and fro in a less dramatic notion behind him and coral appendage slipped from between the kissers, slithering across the lips as but in a type of capitulate of less feebleness then others; acceptance of the other’s presence in the space they occupied. In but a brisk movement, the demon slightly lowered the cranium of royal craftiness, shaking the entire frame with a massive snort which shook his breast and seemed to thunder down to the very soles of his dignified espadrilles. Tassels of ivory silk sewn upon the skeletal structure of the neck whipped about in the air, tangled and full of a feral beauty. A stillness, a grandeur hush washed over the brute like a catastrophic wave, the calm before the storm! Yet he watched with such attentiveness as the soft words of masculine vibe fell from the other man, swimming through the ecosphere and seeming to fade. Still Eligor’s breathing was rough, heightened, deeper, a buoyant snort that could be easily turned into a high pitched battle cry if needed; tendrils of heat spiraling from the nostrils and dispersing into a nothingness. Oh and how he watched… from beneath oyster eyelashes which were flecked with ice, meeting the razor sharp, paranormal scarlet oculars which clashed against everything which presented him; like heaven’s palms pressed against the breast of hell’s gates. ”Salutations…” Rumbled the behemoth, virile baritone shaking the chest as the stillness still grasped his frame, acoustic radars fixed halfway back in a defensive but open manner. ”I am but a vagabond.”-replied he- ”And, what of you… Hazel brute” A somewhat sarcastic and mocking lyric leapt upon his vocal chimes, a twisted grin etching the very edge of his lips. ”!!” |
