09-26-2018, 07:28 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-21-2018, 05:51 PM by Stillwater.)
Stillwater
It was odd returning here. He once roamed freely among a number of wild women not particularly welcoming to men. Any men. It was in favor of a deal he'd made with the queen at the time, though short-lived her reign turned out to be. The panther queen.
Hmm..
He'd forgotten her name.
But it was of little consequence.
He would never expect a welcoming party anywhere he went. He was a solitary creature, and preferred to keep out of sight. Those that did see him, often didn't live to comment on it. He'd drag them beneath the surface, or to the clammy banks, or to his cave. He wondered if it was still here, though he was certain Nayl had destroyed it.
Ah, yes. She had.
He wondered if the woman is still alive.
But perhaps that was of little consequence too.
He was only here for one, though. So he slipped in under the cover of darkness, as was his usual way. The shadows of night absorbed into his shadow-black coat. Darker than shadows, actually. Like the darkest, deepest shadows of a bottomless body of water. It was a rare occasion for him to be so dry, but there he was, supernaturally beautiful and completely lacking in any of his delightful dampness. The water always put such an attractive sheen on his slick coat.
But alas. He was here for one. And he made his way to the area that held the majority of her scent. Her favorite place, he hoped. And waited silently for her to show.
Hmm..
He'd forgotten her name.
But it was of little consequence.
He would never expect a welcoming party anywhere he went. He was a solitary creature, and preferred to keep out of sight. Those that did see him, often didn't live to comment on it. He'd drag them beneath the surface, or to the clammy banks, or to his cave. He wondered if it was still here, though he was certain Nayl had destroyed it.
Ah, yes. She had.
He wondered if the woman is still alive.
But perhaps that was of little consequence too.
He was only here for one, though. So he slipped in under the cover of darkness, as was his usual way. The shadows of night absorbed into his shadow-black coat. Darker than shadows, actually. Like the darkest, deepest shadows of a bottomless body of water. It was a rare occasion for him to be so dry, but there he was, supernaturally beautiful and completely lacking in any of his delightful dampness. The water always put such an attractive sheen on his slick coat.
But alas. He was here for one. And he made his way to the area that held the majority of her scent. Her favorite place, he hoped. And waited silently for her to show.
@[Agnieszka]
go down with me, fall with me, lets make it worth it