10-18-2017, 05:57 PM
a ghost in the darkness.
The entrance he wanted to make has worked, he can see it in the way her eyes lock on him. The way she tenses slightly, suddenly on high alert. As he drinks in the freshness of her, she in turn is deciphering the subtle notes of death he carries. Cedar and soil, it’s his new signature sent since he had gained his newest ability. One he has not explored yet but he will not use any of his abilities on her, not yet.
His sweet words find hold, he can see it in the slight twitch of her mouth as she gazes at him, stars in her eyes. His touch lingers against the soft curve of her jaw, just enough to make her pulse race a little bit faster. To make her question what his intention was.
He is only just withdrawing when she is shoved into him. Catches the flash of anger and while feeling her against him is most welcomed, he must play the part of the dashing gentleman. To further lure her in. ”Take care!” He bites, his teeth snapping at the clumsy horse in warning. Looking back to her as she regains her control. ”My apologies. Drunken fools the lot of them.” He laughs softly, the smoldering stare returned to lock into her own.
”Yes, my party. I rule here.” He replies pleasantly, allowing his gaze to shift over the forest and everyone in it with satisfaction. Returning once she speaks her name and if she had a hand, he would take it and kiss it lightly. Instead he is bolder, letting her feel his desire as his hungry eyes devour the length of her body. Stepping closer and bringing his muzzle closer to her until their breath intermingles. ”Enchanting Isobell. Have you come alone?”
His sweet words find hold, he can see it in the slight twitch of her mouth as she gazes at him, stars in her eyes. His touch lingers against the soft curve of her jaw, just enough to make her pulse race a little bit faster. To make her question what his intention was.
He is only just withdrawing when she is shoved into him. Catches the flash of anger and while feeling her against him is most welcomed, he must play the part of the dashing gentleman. To further lure her in. ”Take care!” He bites, his teeth snapping at the clumsy horse in warning. Looking back to her as she regains her control. ”My apologies. Drunken fools the lot of them.” He laughs softly, the smoldering stare returned to lock into her own.
”Yes, my party. I rule here.” He replies pleasantly, allowing his gaze to shift over the forest and everyone in it with satisfaction. Returning once she speaks her name and if she had a hand, he would take it and kiss it lightly. Instead he is bolder, letting her feel his desire as his hungry eyes devour the length of her body. Stepping closer and bringing his muzzle closer to her until their breath intermingles. ”Enchanting Isobell. Have you come alone?”
Gryffen