| Subject: Scarlet Day-dreams |
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Letha
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Date Posted: 20:01:22 12/31/02 Tue
In reply to:
Demon
's message, "[.crimson.]" on 11:33:50 12/31/02 Tue
OOC: naw, me gots AIM :/
IC: Nares flared again and again, head leaning the slightest bit further. Muscles tensed a bit, watching the male inguest the drying blood. A sharp exhailing was sent through her nose, orbs fixed upon the sight as saliva began to form rapidly in her mouth. Oh how she missed that taste!
Heavy mitts pushed her form to a slow stand, a few steps taken backwards. She almost seemed nervous, but it had nothing to do with Demon. It was more of a withdrawl symptom. Her last taste of crimson had been in that clearing, and as always, she missed it.
Once there were a few more unimportant paces between the two, the wolfess lowered herself to the ground again, but this time in a lay. Amber gems lingered a moment on Demon, only slightly wary of what reaction might come from him in what she was about to do. Jaws parted and lowered to encircle a portion of her foreleg, gaze still held upon the other insane one. Yellowed fangs of ivron closed tightly upon their hold, no aknowledgement of the pain that throbbed given as crimson leaked from its place.
Nerves relaxed and grew tense at the same time, tasting the beauty of life and scenting it ever stronger than before in the air around them, but this scent wasn't old nor stale; it was fresh and new and still warm from the source. The desired had been aquired, spilling out from the wound to satisfy the wounded, but now she wanted more. Teeth dug deeper, tearing away at the burning pain it caused.
Eyes were alight with the fire of bloodlust. Her gaze seemed to have gone unfocoused, looking beyond all there was to see as her mind dove back into old memories kept hidden from Letha. Memories belonging to the one who haunted Letha's mind, but not Letha herself. All of which entailed that glorious color of life: red.
The blood poured out so quickly now that a puddle had formed about the arm. Scarlet darkened the tone of her fur; made it sleek as Demon's own. It wasn't enough, though, despite the fact that she was gnawing her own arm by now. She had to kill something or she'd go mad, as if that hadn't already happened.
OOC: I...got bored x.x;; Whee-fun! XD
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