05-15-2018, 08:58 AM
The forest pulsed red as she awaits his reply, the silence between them stretching longer as her aura continues to trace along the lines of his body. His gaze upon her never falters as she slinks closer to him and his stance remained firm, his neck arched proudly with his ears trained on the remnants of her voice. Eyebrows heightened she imagined the cogs of his mind turn as he considered her thirst for power.
Standing unmoving before him she tilted her head to the side, pointing the green of her gaze firmly upon him. Her body throbbed with red hot pain as she felt the wings upon her back grow another inch. A top her head, the eight horns she now donned pushed up farther towards the sky, curling themselves as they settled into their new place upon her crown.
The king’s voice broke the silence and her eyes narrowed as she considered his words an insult. He spoke of murder as though she would find such an act a difficult task. His lack of faith was almost laughable, but she kept her chuckles buried beneath a stern gaze. Perhaps more insulting was that he insisted on pretending that the advantage belonged him. Her sickly smile never faltered as she reminded herself of the truth. He had everything to lose, but much to gain.
Abruptly she pulled herself away from him, pointing the front of her demonic form towards the path that she knew would take her out of Sylva. Tiredly she exhaled, allowing the force of her disappointment to pummel into him.
“And here I thought that you were different,” she said with a weary glance over her shoulder. Slowly her gaze intensified as she drank in the sight of his tiny kingliness. “I did not come here under the guise of becoming another one of your play things, Modicum Mortem.”
@[Modicum Mortem] She's playing hard to get... lol
Standing unmoving before him she tilted her head to the side, pointing the green of her gaze firmly upon him. Her body throbbed with red hot pain as she felt the wings upon her back grow another inch. A top her head, the eight horns she now donned pushed up farther towards the sky, curling themselves as they settled into their new place upon her crown.
The king’s voice broke the silence and her eyes narrowed as she considered his words an insult. He spoke of murder as though she would find such an act a difficult task. His lack of faith was almost laughable, but she kept her chuckles buried beneath a stern gaze. Perhaps more insulting was that he insisted on pretending that the advantage belonged him. Her sickly smile never faltered as she reminded herself of the truth. He had everything to lose, but much to gain.
Abruptly she pulled herself away from him, pointing the front of her demonic form towards the path that she knew would take her out of Sylva. Tiredly she exhaled, allowing the force of her disappointment to pummel into him.
“And here I thought that you were different,” she said with a weary glance over her shoulder. Slowly her gaze intensified as she drank in the sight of his tiny kingliness. “I did not come here under the guise of becoming another one of your play things, Modicum Mortem.”
@[Modicum Mortem] She's playing hard to get... lol