You're not the only one

Isabella Heiwa · 11-28-2011, 11:31 PM

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You make me posts lots. I'll close 'er up.

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Even as his words rang like a curse from a crueler pair of lips, the woman kept her pleasant smile, taunting and teasing him so. Her eyes were half lidded as she looked at him sidelong. He promised her skeletons and he promised her nothing to but death to be found. The Mother did not say anything to her, no enlightenment came. She would need to find this out on her own, to discover if the mottle man was speaking the truth to her or if his lucid tones were naught but attempts to get her to accept his bed. She was hardly so easily won, especially with little to be had if she accepted. She did not know who this man was and what he could offer her, and her appetites as well. Isabella could accept an exceptional night as fair payment. But those were rare days and there were too many between to make it expected.

Salsola. It had a ring to it, something unfamiliar yet something she felt she had heard at one point or another. Doubtful. She eyed him carefully, her expression shield as his tone was full of praise for the kingdom. Clearly, he cared for it greatly, and it made her wonder what his stake in its success was. Was he a higher ranked member? Entirely possible, if his arrogant attitude was anything to take into consideration. However, she had to admit that she did ever so slightly panegyrize his knowledge of her tricks. It was memorable, and it made him stand out in her mind. Despite that, he was still man to watch carefully. She felt that there were serpent's teeth buried beneath that charmer's smile he gave. Isabella would not fall for his gazes, but because she did not dance to his tune, she would beware his venomous sting.

Her mild tinkling laugh cut through the air, as she found herself terribly amused by his name and his claim. Accommodating? She would have to remember that when she decided where to go next. At least now she could know what name to call this charming man with his secrets hiding under that skin. Was it buried just above those well defined muscles or were they buried so deep that the only hint to them was the glint in his fierce gaze? It was a challenge, and it pleased her to play a game with an opponent worthy of her and her talents. There was nary a modest bone in her curvy, sultry body. "Well then, monsieur, I hope that to see you in your land of thorns and thistles soon." Her reply had come moments after her laugh, and she gazed at the handsomely built man mounted on his horse. A cutting figure he did cut. "Perhaps Isabella will come calling for an accommodating man." She let the mare prance, bouncing her slightly as the woman nudged the Clydesdale eastward. Isabella blew the man an easy kiss, letting her hand gracefully rise and fall back to the reins. Perhaps she would be back to pay the stranger a visit.

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