01-01-2012, 03:37 AM
Gemma is lacking fur on her chest, belly and lower arms, underneath the short fur that is there man many scars, bite marks etc are visible. I'm assuming Shand is wearing his eyepatch :3
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Not a creature of survival and harsh nature the female never thought to check her surroundings for lurking nearby people. Especially for males. One would think with the life she had held it would be at the forefront of her mind constantly and yet Gemma found it entirely easy to forget the things learned. Oh they never truly disappeared from her mind for that was impossible for the ivory femme. Cursed as she was with a memory that would not let her forget anything, and everything about her tortures was remembered vividly in full detail. So it wasn't that she forgot them to never think of them again but simply they did not blossom to the front of her mind and therefore were not taken into consideration.
But still she hardly showed the shock of surprise as a male did indeed reveal himself to be watching her. And with a lovely flick of her almost doggish feathery tail she turned to greet his visage upon her intense sapphire eyes. His expression was one of sexual hunger and the woman drew a short furred arm down her side to draw attention to its curvaceousness while at the same time resting herself on one side to throw her hips out and into the spotlight of scrutiny. Such reactions were almost subconscious to her by now, a charade that was played to whichever man showed interest in her as long as they were lusted after back of course. It wouldn't do for her to lay with ugly strange men. But this man was by no means ugly, the only thing that marred the perfection of his pristine white fur was the pink scar that ran down his face. Gemma had been lucky in her torture to avoid facial scarring, the rest of her scars would usually be hidden by long fur.
A warm grin touched her face and the hand that had just been running down her side now moved to capture the edge of her shirt in its grasp and pull the green garment to her chest in a completely fake but totally real looking display of coy behavior. Gemma was only truly coy around those she liked, such as Matteo or Light. His voice sent shivers of delight down her spine and her own matched it for the rasp of sex within it,
"Well what if my intention is so make said men... lose themselves." He was taller than her by quite an amount but Gemma wasn't a large woman by any mark of the book. At 6 foot 1 she didn't break any height barriers and so had to look up to see the man's face. The black of the patch that covered his eye clashed startlingly with the ivory of his pelt. Like a drop of star light come down from the heavens for her to play with on this day. Her other encounters, her love for Matteo all were forgotten as her inherited Lucifer trait brought itself to the fore and her orbs of endless blue roamed his form appreciatively.
512
Not a creature of survival and harsh nature the female never thought to check her surroundings for lurking nearby people. Especially for males. One would think with the life she had held it would be at the forefront of her mind constantly and yet Gemma found it entirely easy to forget the things learned. Oh they never truly disappeared from her mind for that was impossible for the ivory femme. Cursed as she was with a memory that would not let her forget anything, and everything about her tortures was remembered vividly in full detail. So it wasn't that she forgot them to never think of them again but simply they did not blossom to the front of her mind and therefore were not taken into consideration.
But still she hardly showed the shock of surprise as a male did indeed reveal himself to be watching her. And with a lovely flick of her almost doggish feathery tail she turned to greet his visage upon her intense sapphire eyes. His expression was one of sexual hunger and the woman drew a short furred arm down her side to draw attention to its curvaceousness while at the same time resting herself on one side to throw her hips out and into the spotlight of scrutiny. Such reactions were almost subconscious to her by now, a charade that was played to whichever man showed interest in her as long as they were lusted after back of course. It wouldn't do for her to lay with ugly strange men. But this man was by no means ugly, the only thing that marred the perfection of his pristine white fur was the pink scar that ran down his face. Gemma had been lucky in her torture to avoid facial scarring, the rest of her scars would usually be hidden by long fur.
A warm grin touched her face and the hand that had just been running down her side now moved to capture the edge of her shirt in its grasp and pull the green garment to her chest in a completely fake but totally real looking display of coy behavior. Gemma was only truly coy around those she liked, such as Matteo or Light. His voice sent shivers of delight down her spine and her own matched it for the rasp of sex within it,
"Well what if my intention is so make said men... lose themselves." He was taller than her by quite an amount but Gemma wasn't a large woman by any mark of the book. At 6 foot 1 she didn't break any height barriers and so had to look up to see the man's face. The black of the patch that covered his eye clashed startlingly with the ivory of his pelt. Like a drop of star light come down from the heavens for her to play with on this day. Her other encounters, her love for Matteo all were forgotten as her inherited Lucifer trait brought itself to the fore and her orbs of endless blue roamed his form appreciatively.