Lyanna
Nexus
You are a wolf, and it is for all the lesser beasts to fear you.
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Post by kota on Dec 30, 2014 11:44:16 GMT -7
This new land was much, much different from the grove she had once called home, much different from the manor house her parents had raised her in. It lacked the small town hum of gossip and the sound of a record player (a needle crackling over her vinyl records) as she lolled about her room. The absence of music caused the sudden emptiness to take place within her fragile heart. Letha was beginning to think she was a bit of a fool, her surroundings were unfamiliar, though that would be stating the obvious. The one thing that she really knew at this point was that she was completely and utterly alone, searching with a desperate hope to find somewhere that would not resemble the home she'd left behind. She couldn't risk getting homesick. But there were no livable apartments for a jobless green girl to rent, not in a place like this, or at least, none that any sane landlord would lease anyway. So she had swiftly turned her heels and ran to the sea's edge, where she knew she'd find comfort in the open expanse of dunes (she'd never seen such a large body of water before this very moment). It was in that moment that she'd begun to let the loneliness sink in. She began to miss the people she'd once known, she almost missed her parents. She had no friends now, not here, and she had better do her best to remember that. She soon finds exhaustion creeping up her throat and taking over her mind with a yawn. She throws herself at the sands, an overwhelming sensation of frustration clouds her mind. She's irritated by her own adolescent naivety and the journey she'd forced upon herself. Eyelids of burnt honey slide over the jade of her eyes, shielding her gaze from the waning light of dusk. Gold limbs stretch until they feel the burn of strain before tucking against her petite, delicate frame.
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IXION
PARADISUM
"She bruises, coughs, she splutters pistol shots"
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Post by ★SPACED on Jan 23, 2015 23:02:13 GMT -7
He adjusts his midnight black hair, giving a razor smile at how it matches his starless eyes - he is a new breed of heroin, a new liquid divinity injected into these godless Islands, a man that was not made of flesh and bone but of pure, clean cocaine. He is slick, strong, his skin a suit of velvet blue tailored to his exquisite taste, lining his elbows with just the right amount of room, tight and virginal along his devilish jawline. He is a shark amongst sheep - and he thirsts only for chaos and blood. His mood was high today - it was rarely anything but, now that he ruled with his bloodstained gauntlet of a fist. Mags may have been stolen from him - but in truth she wasn't his to be taken from, she was her own, and she would get herself out of that godforsaken mess. Calla would pay, too. He'd half a mind to rip out her coal black throat himself - although he was smart enough to know that she would not be left alone long enough for him to do so. A gruesome grin split his lips as he thought, also, that Magdalena would want that pleasure for herself. It was rare for him to leave Jungle Rock - it seemed to be a sign to his subjects that they could flee… but every time he brought them back, hooked on his shark toothed grin and the threat of oblivion or with his skin damp with their blood. He is thinking of murder and heroin as he sees her, collapsed on the sand like some abandoned doll. He pauses in his graceful step, his golden eyes calculating. He considers her - the endless golden limbs, the hair like spun silver spread across the sand, over her dainty shoulders. He's never been breathless before. Beauty is high on his list of values - in fact he's never thought anyone worth more than a seconds look except for himself and his sister. He's not entirely sure what to do with himself (for the first time in eternity) so he slinks over to her, eyes fixated the entire time, stuck between the desire to bruise her pretty skin and the need to touch her with a gentility he's never had before. Never before has he been so unsure of himself, never before has he been speechless.
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