a thrill. a hunt. a encounter

[Dionne Moustaid]

wandering around the enclosed environment was for filling the destiny of pleasure an excitement.  the jeweled crystallized Silhouette that was tightly sown along the streamline body was enjoying the fresh spring breeze bash against it. determining the streams flow- the next stumble of the rock that was about too be the play arena. after momentarily thinking. she was clever- the button mug on her facade was flinching slightly. the smell of a female doe in heat was one of mother natures mistakes. leading predators like herself to heir exact location.

leaning fourth on the four arms would bend as the legs would widen- tightly placed bottom in the air the curved spine was kneeling on the ground with a tilted head. spotting the goat. splitting the smooth blood splashed kissers perfectly crafted ivories flaunt too unhook and a wispy tongue whips out fluttering like a snakes it was unusual. visage was crafted too a low stand- chin resting on the ground clearly the stumble of the tea cupped for finger was enough too alert the surprisingly clever female.


without any actions of herself the goat trips ans slashes its thigh and moans flooding the air with alert, no hesitation too begin the hunt. the maiden begins too prowl, gradually  coming towards her still the human DNA in the veins the ivories become sharp and stealth in a exotic tone of ivory sharp as blades a touch- slashing the flesh too nothing more than shavings.


in one powerful bashful movement the back limbs contract repelling a boost landing behind the doe in a landing silence fingers brush on the habitats waste fingers making stream lines causing the haunt- slightly moving one limb at the side of the wounded goat- tilting the head deep gloaming pools turn a flourishing white into another vision within the blink of a eye- jaw is locked onto its neck squeezing hard- merciless- clenching tightly the bone release a pleasurable snap clean the doe stays limb- slowly her life was taken- yet the taste of blood running down the tightly calved cheek bone would transform her- tentacles from her spine appear- a tail- naked alien a pointed visage. a ruthless brute muscular and feminine tightly built muscles- instinct bellowing hush full hisses from the depths of the seductive vocals. as she hunts like a spider- poising its insides, the muscles turn too soup- the goat deforms.


enjoying the hunt the nape becomes like a waved drinking in greedy gulps of thirst the soup of flesh- until nothing but a blanket of its canvas is left.

[Zinnia Leigh]

She was alerted. the ecosystem environment howling in terror. as danger awaits. but she was ready. as she stalked among the luxurious vegetation in silence. casually practicing within her invisibility for any rude awakenings among her. as she swept near the punctured pines. remaining mysteriously unseen. she seemed to have the idea, but she needed more practice. as the aesthetic immortal cascaded her slender embodiment among the habitat or creatures. focusing on becoming unseen to every sound lingering into her angelic lobes. as the nuisance sounds rang into them. bringing back those dam memories of her enemy. she actually forgot about him for once... he left her alone that long...! it was such surprise to her, had he given up? variegated thoughts rushed inside her again about Rimmon. she hoped to god that he had vanished from her life, her area, and her soul. but she still wasn't alone.... he wasn't the only demon harassing her, there was other opponent. he was just doing his job... how hard is it? he was the demon bastard from hell.

[Rune Drusus]

There had been no nightmares, no visions, nothing in his dreams to indicated that he was alive. he awoke, slumped against the briefing of the grassed edges of the drop off zone against the cliffs, moresly known as the plunge, his eyes, the pools glinting with the sadistic glow of emeralds or of a forest during the autumnal season, instantly glanced to the edge of where his ankles had finely lain against for what seems like hours of purest of rests, the dormant hibernation, the contraption of rocks where he had fallen asleep attempted to catch his eye. it was empty. thin air was all. a mere crashing of the waves below the screening causing great unrest to his hollow corpse. panic against his emotions within the briefest of momentarily shocked atmosphere.

"Don't panic rune..." mused a soothed, quiet vocaled note, stopping him from doing just that. he jerked his gaze about around the landscaping and cocked a farrowed brow. who was talking? was it a illusion? was it a haunting presence? he wouldn't know until it resumed. his senses alerted by the scent aroma of another immortal, two in fact, against the cliff face.

[Zinnia Leigh]

She had proceeded to stride among the tortuous valley. an alluring, loquacious, tune escaped her beneficent lungs. here somber visionaries glanced among the exquisite scenery. as see proceeded in an narrow trail, between massive faces of cliffs. tuning into the lustrous noises of birds communicating amongst each other. it had been awhile since Zinnia ever interacted within anyone really. as she observed deer silently stalking among the mellow, virescence, forest. the sound of distant fluid distracted her. causing her to traverse forward amongst the destination in curiosity. once she had approached, she had released her embodiment into an precarious crouch. here angelic digits escaped among the fluid. was this salt or fresh water? she didnt care a whole lot about the resource. as she waded among its delicate fluid. here gown nearly bleached in water. for she could care less. she needed relaxation and this was part of it. it seemed rather dramatic.

[Dionne Moustaid]

smelling mortals in the habitat of her hunting ground was a territorial dispute realizing it wasn't claimed it shall not be hers too claim either. after the lifeless goat is waster the tender hand applies a gentle sweep across the plump blood quenched lips. turning into the human constitution the swirling eyes of lime greet tinted with a casting of a metallic glow effect the suns ray like it was matte- forcing a impulsive glow around the flushing eye lashes thick and curled seductive with a stare.


wandering over the thin yet toned legs swing lightly on the ground every movement was a stalking action leading her too no where just the instinct reliant wandering in the brisk habitat flooding with prey-blossoming flowers- rocky crafted cliffs that shower pebbles one slip leading too doom. yet her touchings was like wings of fallen angel no trace just her elegance of a ghost will be taunting your soul, knowing something was here never pin pointing its form. just knowing it was here.

[Zinnia Leigh]

variegated aromas lingered among the verdured habitat. as Zinnia meandered from the creek of relaxation. her albescent gown rippling softly as it was dragged among the luscious valley's vegtation. as zinnia traversed on the same path. her somber, dramatic visionaries gazed upon the extensive faces of the cliffs.. however... an encased dark figure caught her eye. was this real? or was she having a vision? her pace had rised in alarm. as see meandered from the gigantic boulders of erosion. which led her toward the steep slopes as she climbed upon them. as an relaxed breeze lunged at her, causing her wings to flutter consistently in vision. she felt alone, she wanted to begin communicating with others but she couldnt. she was only a beginner at being an angel... she could do nothing about it.

[mind is mushed. sorry for lack of writing.]

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