01-05-2012, 01:19 PM
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Unlike the beautifully packaged monster of a woman that was stalking towards his person, Lorenzo took a great comfort in his music Such a sense of peace that he found that he let his bi toned eyes wander closed and soft lashes rest against his cheeks as he played. Letting the sound flow over him and breath life into his soul. It also managed to curb some of his longing to explore the depths of the oceans, feeling as though by playing his song he was somehow transporting a part of himself there to swim within the blue toned behemoth of water. The boy was calm for now, ignorant of the raging thought paths that she was taking, her lust to spill his own father's blood and watch it melt into the snow so prettily, turning virgin white to bloodied crimson. Emerald and purple contained pupils contracted as the man opened them back up to view the world again.
And was almost startled by the sudden appearance of a warm colored beauty. All that gave away his surprise was a blink of dusty eyelids and a tilt of the head to the left ever so slightly. Had he met her before Juliet he would have said she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, obviously hybrid within her looks and her colorings were almost exotic, himself being an almost even tone all over, any variation of color was different for him. But as luck would have it he had not and so Juliet remained unsurpassed within his eyes and the majority of the dangerous power she could have held over him, stemming from her ploy of looks drained away into the ground, he blinked again and his eyes wandered to the sheath that was attached to her back, there was nothing wrong with a woman carrying a weapon after all, she had every right to protect herself but a small feeling of ill ease settled in his stomach as the man fluidly rose himself to his entire eight foot four inch height from the ground, various joints of his cracking somewhat loudly as they popped back into place.
She smiled at him then, a woman's smile and he found himself returning her gesture of seemingly agreement, a soft and almost reluctant curl of the lips settling into place. She would not draw her sword if he did not make moves to attack her, he could deal with that, not that he had planned on attacking her unless she did something to provoke it. His arms crossed themselves over his chest and he looked down upon her from his giant height,
"Can ah help yoo wihth samthing?" As always his accent was prominent but still understandable. The star upon her chest was an interesting design and he idly wondered what it was that it stood for, a gang perhaps? Or some important memory to herself. On the floor nearby the body of the remaining dead rabbit lay next to his forgotten flute and slingshot.
Unlike the beautifully packaged monster of a woman that was stalking towards his person, Lorenzo took a great comfort in his music Such a sense of peace that he found that he let his bi toned eyes wander closed and soft lashes rest against his cheeks as he played. Letting the sound flow over him and breath life into his soul. It also managed to curb some of his longing to explore the depths of the oceans, feeling as though by playing his song he was somehow transporting a part of himself there to swim within the blue toned behemoth of water. The boy was calm for now, ignorant of the raging thought paths that she was taking, her lust to spill his own father's blood and watch it melt into the snow so prettily, turning virgin white to bloodied crimson. Emerald and purple contained pupils contracted as the man opened them back up to view the world again.
And was almost startled by the sudden appearance of a warm colored beauty. All that gave away his surprise was a blink of dusty eyelids and a tilt of the head to the left ever so slightly. Had he met her before Juliet he would have said she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, obviously hybrid within her looks and her colorings were almost exotic, himself being an almost even tone all over, any variation of color was different for him. But as luck would have it he had not and so Juliet remained unsurpassed within his eyes and the majority of the dangerous power she could have held over him, stemming from her ploy of looks drained away into the ground, he blinked again and his eyes wandered to the sheath that was attached to her back, there was nothing wrong with a woman carrying a weapon after all, she had every right to protect herself but a small feeling of ill ease settled in his stomach as the man fluidly rose himself to his entire eight foot four inch height from the ground, various joints of his cracking somewhat loudly as they popped back into place.
She smiled at him then, a woman's smile and he found himself returning her gesture of seemingly agreement, a soft and almost reluctant curl of the lips settling into place. She would not draw her sword if he did not make moves to attack her, he could deal with that, not that he had planned on attacking her unless she did something to provoke it. His arms crossed themselves over his chest and he looked down upon her from his giant height,
"Can ah help yoo wihth samthing?" As always his accent was prominent but still understandable. The star upon her chest was an interesting design and he idly wondered what it was that it stood for, a gang perhaps? Or some important memory to herself. On the floor nearby the body of the remaining dead rabbit lay next to his forgotten flute and slingshot.