[P] up and up the smoke will roll

Ouija D'Angelo · 05-23-2011, 03:32 PM

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He had simply went with the description that she had given to him while sticking to his own favored medium. Every single gris gris that he had ever made was crafted out of snake skin. It was his personal signature. Of course those not born within the cult, or without the practices thereof, might simply think that all are made in such a way. They could be crafted out of any material desired really. It was what was placed inside that really mattered. The bag was simply a reflection of whom wore it, or made it as was the case here. It was the filling where all of the importance lay and everything else was just decorative.

No, there weren't children in the mix. What he felt surpassed some shared progeny. They had shared a soul that forever connected them with each other. Or such was how it played out in his own head. It stemmed from his own personal beliefs. Especially since there weren't many that he shared a soul with. So to him it hadn't been some sort of joke but how he truly felt and perceived the situation. So of course when he gave his word he stuck by it. When he had first shared a soul with Eris he had made a silent pledge then to always be with her.

He watched her as she moved, watched as those delicate fingers combed through his fur. He couldn't help but smile a bit with as gentle as she was. He expected her to grip a handful and leave behind a bald patch, not for her to go searching for a patch that was willing to fall out with only the slightest of tugs. "Smell good?" He smirked as the words were quipped. He wouldn't say that he had ever sniffed himself to know if he smelled pleasantly or not. It wasn't as if he sought to scrub himself with fragrances. Although with what he used to dye himself he supposed that he could have added those fragrances in the process as well. It hadn't been on purpose though. He had only been after color and nothing more.

A shiver passed through the male's body as he felt teeth part the fur and scrape against tender flesh. Along with the shiver came the closing of his eyes as an entirely primal, carnal even, growl bubbled forth from the depths of his throat. Then the Goddess's voice broke through his reverie and forced him to focus once more. Teach her what? He had no idea. His mind was on a completely tangent. Especially once she had licked his ear and caused a stirring in the pit of his stomach. Eris was, quite simply, making it hard for him to focus. Not that he was complaining, of course. "What is it that you wish to know?" Somehow he had managed the words but still his focus was off. He didn't really want to be talking but acting instead. But still he showed restraint. After all she was only returning affections that he had given and it most likely meant nothing more to her than that.

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