06-22-2009, 01:56 PM
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I'm terrible for making you wait so long. Forgive me darlin'
Lillith hadn’t picked up his scent until the very last minute, seeing as she’d been too caught up in her act of torture to pay any attention to her surroundings. Before she could fully apprehend the situation, a youngster materialized out of nowhere. The madwoman threw him a side-glance as he shamelessly took possession of the free space beside her; the nonchalance behind his actions raising many questions. She remained quiet for a few moments, having mixed feelings about the sudden intrusion. Inferni’s smell clung to him, although it was faint and not fully impregnated in his alabaster coat yet. His appearance was a quite onorthodox; never had she seen white-pelted hybrids before.
Greened aquamarine orbs returned to the now squirming lizard in her hand as the adolescent’s question infiltrated her receivers. She had loosened her grip ever so slightly, air seemingly had found its way back to the creature’s lungs. “A pastime amongst many others,” she finally countered, once again tightening her grip around the reptile’s already aching body. A smile pierced through her stoic expression when a crimson color infiltrated her victim’s peepers. Where the blood came from, she did not know. But it was a beautiful sight indeed. She could feel its tiny bones crushing under pressure.
The youngster’s presence did not faze her. He obviously wasn’t bothered by her behavior; she could tell from the mirthful look in his eyes. Movement within her grasp finally subsided and the lizard’s body went limp. Her lower lip instantly curled into a pout, feigning grief over the (expected) turn of events. “How sad,” she whispered, allowing a pained hiccup to pass her lips. Something wasn’t quite right about the ashen femme; her emotional instability was only the tip of the iceberg.
Lillith hadn’t picked up his scent until the very last minute, seeing as she’d been too caught up in her act of torture to pay any attention to her surroundings. Before she could fully apprehend the situation, a youngster materialized out of nowhere. The madwoman threw him a side-glance as he shamelessly took possession of the free space beside her; the nonchalance behind his actions raising many questions. She remained quiet for a few moments, having mixed feelings about the sudden intrusion. Inferni’s smell clung to him, although it was faint and not fully impregnated in his alabaster coat yet. His appearance was a quite onorthodox; never had she seen white-pelted hybrids before.
Greened aquamarine orbs returned to the now squirming lizard in her hand as the adolescent’s question infiltrated her receivers. She had loosened her grip ever so slightly, air seemingly had found its way back to the creature’s lungs. “A pastime amongst many others,” she finally countered, once again tightening her grip around the reptile’s already aching body. A smile pierced through her stoic expression when a crimson color infiltrated her victim’s peepers. Where the blood came from, she did not know. But it was a beautiful sight indeed. She could feel its tiny bones crushing under pressure.
The youngster’s presence did not faze her. He obviously wasn’t bothered by her behavior; she could tell from the mirthful look in his eyes. Movement within her grasp finally subsided and the lizard’s body went limp. Her lower lip instantly curled into a pout, feigning grief over the (expected) turn of events. “How sad,” she whispered, allowing a pained hiccup to pass her lips. Something wasn’t quite right about the ashen femme; her emotional instability was only the tip of the iceberg.