10-08-2018, 11:15 AM
(This post was last modified: 10-08-2018, 10:11 PM by NUI HARIME.)
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the youthful, childish voice is the thing that draws nui to him. light and bubbly vocals, punctuated by bubbly jubilation, a string of hiccups and an underlying need.
he has crossed the border. but that is fine, because harime has never cared for borders herself. she is inpersonal; privacy is an illusion, in her eyes. there is nothing to stop someone from invading the personal space of another at any given moment. perhaps her perspective was skewed, because she herself cared none of it.
this joiner is a one with cheeks so chubby that she could just reach out...
and pinch them.
aren't you the cutest little thing?" she crows, twirling her signature parasol in a tight gripped paw. she leaves into its frame, planting the base of it heavily into the snow.
his tail is what intrigues him the most. her eye wanders to it, glistening and glittering with impish curiosity.
she understands the hunger, knows it so well and fierce. the craving in the pit of you stomach that makes you ache downright. only she ached with hunger for specific things. bloody things. pulpy and warm. flesh, even. huger hunger hunger. her inner impulse is guided by it. she, in some way, is primal in the way that she's driven by the need for her parasitic nature.
"you poor, poor child. wandering in the cold like that, starving too." she's the perfect image of a pitying animal, lips pursed into a pout. an unapologetic, fiendish soul dismisses his plight. she's just interested in seeing what end he eats from.
"if you're hungry, i can get you something, love!
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SNOWBOUND
FEMALE
ICESTRIKER
FEMALE
ICESTRIKER
[div style="width: 360px; font-family: verdana; color: white; text-align: left; padding-top: 15px; padding-left: 10px"]❝ LA VI EST DROLE! ❞
the youthful, childish voice is the thing that draws nui to him. light and bubbly vocals, punctuated by bubbly jubilation, a string of hiccups and an underlying need.
he has crossed the border. but that is fine, because harime has never cared for borders herself. she is inpersonal; privacy is an illusion, in her eyes. there is nothing to stop someone from invading the personal space of another at any given moment. perhaps her perspective was skewed, because she herself cared none of it.
this joiner is a one with cheeks so chubby that she could just reach out...
and pinch them.
aren't you the cutest little thing?" she crows, twirling her signature parasol in a tight gripped paw. she leaves into its frame, planting the base of it heavily into the snow.
his tail is what intrigues him the most. her eye wanders to it, glistening and glittering with impish curiosity.
she understands the hunger, knows it so well and fierce. the craving in the pit of you stomach that makes you ache downright. only she ached with hunger for specific things. bloody things. pulpy and warm. flesh, even. huger hunger hunger. her inner impulse is guided by it. she, in some way, is primal in the way that she's driven by the need for her parasitic nature.
"you poor, poor child. wandering in the cold like that, starving too." she's the perfect image of a pitying animal, lips pursed into a pout. an unapologetic, fiendish soul dismisses his plight. she's just interested in seeing what end he eats from.
"if you're hungry, i can get you something, love!
© MADI