09-30-2018, 06:33 PM
NUI HARIME
FEMALE
SNOWBOUND
POLARHEART!
狡猾 / THE SLY
TITLES: SNOWFLAKE, EVERGREEN, BLIZZARD, TEMPEST
FEMALE
SNOWBOUND
POLARHEART!
狡猾 / THE SLY
TITLES: SNOWFLAKE, EVERGREEN, BLIZZARD, TEMPEST
"Guys? Where's everyone at?"
"i'm here!"
a sickeningly sweet croon answered dmitri's call later, followed by the flurry of snow kicked up from powerful feet as muscles bunched under her legs. long before the pitt came a-knocking, dmitri was gone. the only one left? dagon with his harsh words and tough, outer shell. she did not know why dmitri had failed to return; it was probably for the best that he had not. he would only return to paltry bloodshed and starvation and misery.
her knowledge of dmitri and his psyches were cloyed by ignorance, though she longed to understand, if only to cure her selfish curiosities. the icestriker did not know why he-- all seven of him intrigued her so. dmitri and his others selves. demeaning because she saw him and his seven characters as only the mystery. the enigma. a puzzle to solve, and not one of actual living, breathing blood and flesh.
a question was upon her pink little tongue-- an inquiry as to who this was. who stood before her in the familiar body. yet with a different persona? atbash's call was quick to answer that question, and it was only then that she blinked in understanding. dmitri. last she had saw this form, daisy had resided in it-- a stark contrast from dagon who spoke in soft tones and gentle whispers.
"welcome back, mon ami," with furred lips curling into her familiar, trademark smile, she allows a pearly buck tooth to show. the smile comes so easy; so familiar that it slips on like a second skin when he finally addresses the source of the piss poor stench.
"the awful smell? it's the unfortunate scent memoir the pittians left behind. stunk up the place for weeks. you were gone for a long while, ange. the pitt-- these awful slavers took over snowbound!" she retold the brief summary with no small amount of feigned, faux horror-- as was expected from her. in reality, she had no concern in her wretched heart for the fools and the victims alike. half time, shallow entertainment at best; and yet it was irony that granted her the plan to liberate them. despite this, she took it up with no small amount of pride.
"it was only je who saved us," chest fluttering with megalomaniac pride. she was the one who sounded the call for the revolution. glorious retribution. and then casting a sly glance back at atbash with a bashful look glinting in her eyes. "oh, yes. uh, with the help of everyone too, of course!"
"i'm here!"
a sickeningly sweet croon answered dmitri's call later, followed by the flurry of snow kicked up from powerful feet as muscles bunched under her legs. long before the pitt came a-knocking, dmitri was gone. the only one left? dagon with his harsh words and tough, outer shell. she did not know why dmitri had failed to return; it was probably for the best that he had not. he would only return to paltry bloodshed and starvation and misery.
her knowledge of dmitri and his psyches were cloyed by ignorance, though she longed to understand, if only to cure her selfish curiosities. the icestriker did not know why he-- all seven of him intrigued her so. dmitri and his others selves. demeaning because she saw him and his seven characters as only the mystery. the enigma. a puzzle to solve, and not one of actual living, breathing blood and flesh.
a question was upon her pink little tongue-- an inquiry as to who this was. who stood before her in the familiar body. yet with a different persona? atbash's call was quick to answer that question, and it was only then that she blinked in understanding. dmitri. last she had saw this form, daisy had resided in it-- a stark contrast from dagon who spoke in soft tones and gentle whispers.
"welcome back, mon ami," with furred lips curling into her familiar, trademark smile, she allows a pearly buck tooth to show. the smile comes so easy; so familiar that it slips on like a second skin when he finally addresses the source of the piss poor stench.
"the awful smell? it's the unfortunate scent memoir the pittians left behind. stunk up the place for weeks. you were gone for a long while, ange. the pitt-- these awful slavers took over snowbound!" she retold the brief summary with no small amount of feigned, faux horror-- as was expected from her. in reality, she had no concern in her wretched heart for the fools and the victims alike. half time, shallow entertainment at best; and yet it was irony that granted her the plan to liberate them. despite this, she took it up with no small amount of pride.
"it was only je who saved us," chest fluttering with megalomaniac pride. she was the one who sounded the call for the revolution. glorious retribution. and then casting a sly glance back at atbash with a bashful look glinting in her eyes. "oh, yes. uh, with the help of everyone too, of course!"