07-31-2009, 05:30 AM
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| http://digital-bonsai.com/katew/temp/jezebel.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-top:270px; padding-left:10px; padding-right:10px; padding-bottom:10px;"> Jezebel was content for a time just listening to the soft lapping of the water against the nearby shore as her nerves slowly calmed and the last few tears slid down her wet, cream hued cheeks. It was then that a mysterious, hooded and cloaked man appeared suddenly nearby, causing Jezebel to take a sharp intake of breath as she clutched at her wooden perch with strained hands, balancing herself as she quickly lowered her leg to the ground, then gingerly placed her foot into the grassy sand. The sand and debris would no doubt cling to the still congealing blood forming there, but Jezebel was more worried about having her feet planted firmly upon the ground with the masked stranger nearby. What Jezebel could see of the man was the long, well cared for hair that masked most of his face and trailed down his lightly muscled chest, which was mainly covered in gold and brown fur. He was attractive from what she could see of him, but who knew what lay hidden beneath the dark fabric he concealed himself with. His soft, masculine voice caused her to look sharply up from the downward trail that her red, glossed-over gaze was taking her, to stare into the dark depths of his hood where only his sharp nose protruded. She remained silent as he first spoke, resisting the urge to play idly with the cross that rested neatly above and betwixt the soft mounds of her bosom. Could she trust this mysterious stranger? Even though he was clearly a coyote he had no distinct scent of a clan, only his own musky, masculine scent with the vague mingling of something familiar. Remaining seated for now, the ashen woman offered a tentative smile to his own elegant display, half expecting him to bow and offer her his hand so she could stand gracefully. The thought brought a wider smile to her face, lighting up her already angelic features though she tried her best to push it back, happily succeeding. “No, I should be fine.” She assured, shifting uncomfortably beneath his hidden gaze, silently cursing herself for not coming with some kind of weapon. Although he seemed kindly enough she couldn't help but feel that there was something off about this unnamed man and even though she knew how to defend herself she was quite petite, where as the cloaked stranger had more bulk to him. Wasn't there some unwritten law somewhere that dictated the smaller opponent deserved some kind of upper hand? She was looking to far into it though. The stranger before her could just be a kind passerby, with perhaps a valiant heart and a small stash of candy for the cute kids. Ri-ight. |