his hands matched his tongue

Dhiate Drako · 03-15-2012, 10:18 PM

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OOC I thought it was beautiful /+ 257

The wind felt magnificent in his silky fur. The now familiar scent of the sea swirling in his nostrils. What did the sea look like? Amy hadn't taken him to see it, but he hoped to eventually. His long, dark braid lifted up and waved in the breeze. The black silk of his pants billowing, the slender outlines of his legs occasionally revealing themselves. Dhiate could almost forget his worries. Almost.

Moonlit fur shone silver in the sweet night, rippling like the unseen sea. His figure seemed to waver, falter, shimmer in the ethereal night. While Dhiate was pretty, slender, sweet in the sun, he was beautiful, radiant, graceful in the night. His golden bangles appeared a dark amber that clinked together in the wind. How wonderful it was. Dhiate couldn't help but sway slightly to the Earth's rhythms.

This peaceful harmony was shattered at the sound of his voice. Dhiate's arms uncrossed and shot out as he whipped 'round to see the owner of this foreign voice. His blue eyes glowed steel, reflected the moonlight as they grew wider. The sudden change in direction drug his hair out of his face revealing both halves. His right eye was marred by two scars that marked him as Amy's slave.

Dhiate glanced over the male before him. He was quite handsome. Dhiate's posture relaxed slightly. What was he saying? Dhiate didn't understand his words, so he brought one hand to his ear and pointed, then to the male, and then he shrugged. Hopefully the point would be understood.

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