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I already know I'm going to hell So at this very point... It's go big or go home They were vixens, dancing in the dark hours of the night, indulging in guilty, dirty, desires. Something inside her prodded, poked, 'Zandora, what are you doing? but she didn't let the thoughts surface. She didn't care who she was or what she was doing, she had gotten chest deep, and quite frankly, she didn't care to turn around and wad through the sludge that awaited her. Azure orbs watched her like a lion and his prey; Zandora was his prey, his catch, and she was perfectly fine with it. Her eyes flicked to the black feathered leonine tail as Caleb whipped it around. Coiling and hissing; the black was a Rattlesnake with venom dripping from his sultry lips and a predatorious rhythm beating from his tail of tales. His tongue of exotic language whispered into her drums, beckoning her to his side, to come closer, another attempt was seen from the last of her sanity, screaming at her not too. It told her what she was becoming, and that she was leading to her downfall, but what this part of her didn't understand-- she was already a goner. So with this realization and acceptance, she wondered closer to the winged man, the whips of the wind whirling around her, tossing her hair into the wilds. They were very close now, her face only inches from his shoulder, Caleb looming above her. Fire burned in her core, wanting, needing his touch. "I like it a little rough" She whispered in reply to him, her words soft, low, and hungry. He didn't need to ask, there was no room for questioning, Zandora was diving ever-deep into the never-ending abyss, and she had no plans to stop. OCC: SORRY FOR BEING LAME ILY TAG: @Caleb |
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