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 Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2010 10:29 pm
"What!?" The Nergal snapped in frustration at his one lone spectator, the Freymon that was currently blinking placidly at him from its half-curled state, one brow raised as though in judgment. As for the past hour or so, the youthful demon had been attempting to corral the mass of ever-shifting spikes, eyes and various other unsettling growths that came natural to a creature of his line. Having removed his shirt earlier upon first ducking out behind the demon dorms, where hopefully none would see him save perhaps a delinquent or two playing hooky or sneaking a smoke, there was currently a row of subtly clicking spines running down his back, little eyes and pincers emerging here and there in a distinctly eerie fashion. Honestly, it was troublesome enough that he was usually stuck with the arm from hell, but now this new spinal accessory seemed intent on staying there, all nice and friendly-looking.
What he'd really wanted was to temporarily get his arms to match, so that he wouldn't be so very one-sided during a duel. But alas, that skill was eluding him today. Though he'd managed to get it to crawl down along his right shoulder, and then obediently retreat, it never went down to the digits. Harrumphing his displeasure, he was very nearly on the verge of shifting entirely, attempting to reboot, as shifting back from that state would most likely restore things to how they had been before he'd gone and mucked with them. However, unless he wanted this pair of pants ruined in one fashion or another, it would mean stripping down. That...he was not doing in public, he'd save that for the trip back to his dorm. Sighing, he leaned back, claws digging into the dirt, causing small furrows...which the Freymon rather inquisitively waddled over to inspect, and upon finding mere soil, looked expectantly back up to its owner.
"Ah god, even my pets find me lacking today..."
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Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2010 11:04 pm
The swim itself had been lovely. G had proven to be an excellent swimming companion, and they'd had a rather nice time in the swamp. The fact that she was moving around through muddy water and jack knows what else had never fully left her mind, but she'd enjoyed herself all the same. So yes, the swimming had been wonderful.
Being covered in duck weed and mud, drenched to the bone and too dirty to put he skirt back on was -NOT- lovely. In retrospect, she probably should have just let the swamp monster give her a ride, it would have saved her gauzy top and kept her mostly clean. Ah well. She didn't mind the mud so much, but she did mind wandering about in her panties and shirt for all the campus to see. That was just so not proper.
She'd managed to slink aorund to the back the demon dorms, slipping through shadows and around trees. Sticking mostly to the edge of the woods that edged the grounds. It had worked, for a while, but now there was a long stretch of open ground between herself and the back door of the dorms. Oh candlejack..
Sighing, the djinn hugged her folded skirt to her chest a little tighter and strode forward, past the protective shadow of the trees, and onto the lush law of the dormitory grounds. Head up, eyes forward.
She damn near tripped over the demon boil sitting in the grass.
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Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2010 11:46 pm
Lost as he was in his stack of personal failures, he didn't see her until she very well almost stumbled over him. Making a noise that was a touch less than masculine, he jumped backwards, the Freymon rolling into a ball beside him in silent protest. The youth's spines shifted and clacked like the whispers of a thousand cricket's wings, as he very slowly, and oh so carefully clambered to his feet, trying to retain a touch of dignity. This was, however, unnecessary, he noted, as his accidental assailant was absolutely coated in swamp-muck. Er...well then. His eyes (currently all five or six of them), took in the tousled demon lass, and what with all that mess coating her, it took him a few moments more for it to register that she possessed a distinct lack of er...proper attire. Not that he was exactly decked out in his Sunday best...gracious, what would his dear aunties say?
Grand. Well wasn't this a fine way to meet a body. Raising a clawed hand, he almost sheepishly waved at her, his bravado meter trying to creep its way back to full after losing a turn out of sheer startlement. "Ah, hello, miss." He greeted, a wide smile slowly beginning its way across his features, though not too wide, as he didn't want it to be misconstrued, taking into account her current state of undress. "Are you, ah...quite all right?" Oh yes, let's put the concern factor in the mix, just in case something had happened to her to get her bedecked in filth. Not that he usually worked the heroic angle, but there was always a first time. Mind, she seemed a touch more in control of herself than a distressed damsel.
Which meant she was likely doing something she might not wish others to see, not at all unlike himself. Which would make them quite the errant pair...and there was certainly a lovely lady peering out from behind the caked gloop and weed masses. Sharra Eldwaithe could most certainly work with that angle too, as he, after all, was a man of many talents...which his inner ego-control rather promptly reminded him did not include effective shifting. Well, bollix.
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Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2010 12:13 am
It was the sound, more then movement that made her grind to a sudden halt. The Pitch had immediately made her think female, but the face that stared up at her as she jerked her head down(not to mention the clearly masculine chest) were all male. Retreating a step she regained her posture as she watched the boil climb to his feet. There was a certain regal air about her that was so hardwired into her being, that caked in grime though she may be, she still held herself as a proper young lady. Clothed or not.
Of course, him being little more dressed then she did away with the whole issue of being self conscious, or would have, had she had any such issues. Frankly, she didn't have the energy to sweat such superficial emotions.
He was a handsome boil, with a very charming smile that seemed to be quite contagious as one of her own was quickly blooming over mud speckled lips. Though her own natural politeness may have helped. The concern made her chuckle, muffled behind a hastily raised hand pressing fingers to her mouth. "Yes, I'm quite alright, just dirty." Dirty was perhaps an understatement. Of course thinking about it made the dirt seem more real. She could feel it now, coating her arms and legs.
"Something I intend to rectify." She grinned again, striding forward towards the fancy fountain that filled the back lawn with the intoxicating scent and sound of fresh water. She lay her skirt on the stone edge before sitting herself, turning to place her feet within the cool, clear water. Even that little bit was worlds better. "So what's a nice young demon like yourself doing out here, shirtless?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 12:03 am
Brows went up then, and he nodded. All right, not only did she retain complete poise when clad in naught but swamp-mud and her unmentionables, but she appeared to have a splendid head on her shoulders as well. And goodness, but he did love a girl with vocabulary. Now that he understood that she was not overly embarrassed by her current state, and that it was nothing that a vigorous scrub could not cure, well...he would proceed with normal conversation, and truly attempt not to gawk. For she was quite a lovely girl, and all of his female acquaintances of the past had worn considerably more attire; so should this prove a barrier to his usually exquisite social er...prowess, he was going to be most disappointed with himself.
Standing shirtless, he walked over to where she was now dangling her feet in the water, and placing hands on his hips, he almost subtly shifted his stance to project as much manliness as his lithe frame could potentially exude without seeming foppish or over the top. "Ah well...I'm a Nergal, you see." He replied easily, "And my aunts have more than once reminded me over the course of my upbringing that I've a grand legacy to uphold." He sighed softly, watching out of the corner of his eye as the Freymon (damn but he needed a name for that thing), waddled its spiky self over to regard the twosome with a rather haughty, beady-eyed gaze...a look that contained quite a bit of superiority for a creature so very tiny.
Running fingertips along his wrist, he extended his clawed hand towards the ghoul. "I'm trying to practice shifting. So far it's just the arm and across the shoulders that I have any decent amount of control over...oh, and I can form a rapier, for battles and whatnot, but ah...now for some reason the ones I managed to grow along my spinal cord are getting overenthusiastic about their existence." He saw no reason to lie about it, for the sake of his pride....after all, he was already a pureblood of his species, no petty symbiote. And he was young yet...there was no reason to be perfect, which, naturally, wasn't the opinion of his aunts, but he did his damnedest to ignore them on most counts.
"So...that's what I'm doing here missing half of my clothes...so ah...what are you doing out here covered in mud?" Still trying to act the gentleman, he stuck his humanish hand into pin-striped pants and kept his eyes trained on her face, not going to point out the obvious, that she was potentially missing more clothes than even he was. Mind, she seemed a calm, and yet almost fanciful being, and likely wouldn't mind it. Her utterly unflappable nature appealed to the youthful demon, as it was something that came oh so rarely in the place of his upbringing.
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 9:08 am
There was a part of her that felt truly guilty about filling the fountain with mud and swamp gunk, but there were plenty of gnomes about the academy, and it was their job to keep things tidy. It wouldn't stay dirty for long, hopefully. Already, with dainty feet merely submerged in the cool water, the clinging mud was swirling away to reveal the intricate lines and loops of henna tracing up every available inch of cappuccino skin from toes on up to lick along her thighs. Though the majority was still lost behind a splattering of dirt.
For a moment she just sat there, enjoying the feel of her kindred element soaking her feet. Swimming blues turned up to watch the other demon as he stepped closer, hands coming to rest on his hips. Something about his stance made the corner of her mouth twitch, almost a smile, but she wasn't sure what. "A Nergal?" My my, that wasn't a race you would run into often. "Grand legacy indeed. I would wager your aunties are quite insistent upon your success then?" She could relate. Her own family could boost of an impressive family tree, and she had her own pressures to excel. Granted, she had a decent handle on her own natural abilities by now. It was mustering up the energy for such things as combat that the marid needed to work on.
When the claw was presented she leaned a bit closer. Balancing her weight on the palm of one hand so the other could reach up to touch the acid green and black addition. Carefully though, so as not to irritate them into attack. If they were stubbornly refusing not to submit to their master's will, she wasn't about to test them further. She did however touch two fingers to his bare side, pushing gently so he'd turn so she could see his back. "Perhaps if you asked them nicely?" She was half kidding, and showed in the mirth in her eyes and charming smile that'd taken over her features.
She kept her hand upon his hip, though gingerly, as it was still quite dirty, as he asked about her current state of disarray and undress. "I was taking a walk, and a friend invited me to join them for a swim." She oculd have expanded, but it seemed perfectly good logic to her. If presented with a chance to immerse yourself with your element, why would anyone pass that up?
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2010 11:26 pm
Bright eyes followed trails of water innocuously down her skin as it cleansed her skin....such a color as well, finding it almost captivating, the henna on coffee conjuring up images of pleasant, steaming beverages.... Ah Jack, that was not a good train of thought to follow. His aunts would have pursed their lips and deemed it 'most improper', no matter that the trailing, exquisite designs along her limbs were almost beckoningly inviting his gaze hither. Ah well, he was most assuredly supposed to play the gentleman, and thus he would. Sighing, he called his thoughts away as he leaned down to trail his fingertips through the water not inches from her ankle, and then almost teasingly flicked a few droplets in the direction of the obscuring dirt still clinging to her calves.
Straightening slowly, he listened as she continued, feeling his spikes shift, as though fluffing themselves in pride as she complimented his heritage. Sometimes, he truly did wonder if they had a mind of their own, though he knew all too well this was not the case."Ahm... indeed..." And then they slunk obediently back down again as the more unwanted topic was addressed. "I think they're idea of my goal in life is for me to embark on some tremendous quest to achieve the epitome of demon fulfillment, though I'll admit I'm at a loss as to all that might entail..." Though he had a few damnedly good ideas, but they were ones that he'd rather leave by the wayside. Life was more fun when it came chock-full of surprises, surprises like this lovely swamp-adorned lass with the calm, fetching eyes.
"Hnn...I haven't tried that, mostly I just er...ranted and raved at them when the normal method of willing them away failed miserably..." Almost obediently he turned to show her the root of his frustration, spreading his arms out to the sides a touch so that she would received the full effect. "However..." He tossed a look over one shoulder, grinning cheekily at the ghoul. "...perhaps if you asked they might listen. I know I would, in their place."Like any other dapper gent ought to. And he already considered her to be well within the league of elites that might be capable of such spectacular feats such as 'the taming of the spines', something which had eluded him for about, oh...sixteen years now, give or take. Besides, if they had the audacity to ignore such a ghoul, well, if he had any opinion on the topic (and he always did) then they had rights to be utterly ashamed of themselves.
Now, her explanation, however, that left a grand expanse of information untold, and an inquisitive mind such as Sharra's, like the nosy bratling he was, wished to know everything. "In the swamps? I suppose that could be fun..." Mind, before he could follow that line of inquiry, he colored faintly, realizing that he'd succumbed to a great breach of social etiquette. Covering quickly, he then shifted, so that his side was facing her instead of his unwelcoming line of back-spikes, and he smiled toothily, "My name is Sharra, by the bylies, Sharra Eldwaithe, and might I ask yours?" Turning fully then, so that he might give her a sweeping half-bow, he made a rather prominent mental note (more like a blinking, neon sign, really), to acquire her skelliphone number before they went their separate ways.
Augh! That he'd almost forgotten introductions! Really, this whole shifting thing must be addling his brain cells. If there had been a handy wall within his personal space bubble, he might very well have run his head into it...though that might have induced mental scrambling all over again.
And as though sensing that momentary plague of idiotic brainwaves, the Freymon made a scoffing sound, waddling so as to poke its nose at the edges of the fountain with a wee bit of curious whuffling.
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2010 12:05 am
The lingering weight of her gaze slipped down to the swirl of his fingers through the cool water. The brightness of her smile dimming into something more benign, but no less pleasing to the eye. When he flicked the water towards her calve she could feel each and every individual drop as it landed, a tiny series of cold shocks against painted and mud soaked skin. It was enough to chase a shiver up the line of her spine, lashes fluttering gently over swimming pools of Mediterranean blue. It wasn't just the chill, but the water itself as it made clear trails down the length of her calves, washing away the mud in it's slow, rolling wake. Her fingers on his hip tightened, as if seeking support to maintain her balance.
Lazily she lifted her head back up to him, gaze half lidded but peaceful. It took her a second or two focus on the spikes trailing the entire length of his back, and when she did she couldn't help but giggle, a delicate, musical little lit that faded almost immediately. She would have sworn they'd puffed at her words, then deflated ever so slightly at the mention of legacies and aunties. Perhaps asking them politely wasn't so are fetched an idea after all.
As he turned, remarking on thoughts as though having read her mind, she let her hand slip away from the warmth of his skin, though only for second. She couldn't help herself, she simply had to touch the row of acidic looking quills. "Manners are not something I'm accustomed to finding in the young men in attendance here." She approved. The only other boil in her acquaintance as well spoke and polite as this one was Braum.
The tip of one delicate finger hoovered over the dangerous tip of one of the spikes as he spoke, commenting on the swamp. It made her roll her eyes up to his where he peeked at her over his shoulder. "It's very fun, if perhaps a bit dirty. As you can see." The corners o her lips twitched upward.
As he turned she drew her hand back, thin fingers curling loosely against the hollow of her throat as he introduced himself. "It is a pleasure making your acquaintance, Sharra. I'm Hadiyya." Her hand returned to soft line of his hip where skin met trousers. "You may call me Yaya, if you like." A gentle nudge urged him back around so the spikes were once more visible, and she regarded them with a softly exasperated, though patient look. "Now, If you would be so kind as to make yourselves scarce?"
Dark gaze twitched to the freymon very briefly, but she smiled at the little round creature before returning her attention to the spikes. And the lovely feel of the boys skin beneath her fingertips. And the exquisite way in which the pale wheat tips of his hair caught the sun. And..
She blinked, mentally shaking herself and did her best to focus on the spikes. Just the spikes.
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 10:24 am
It was at times difficult to believe that his spikes were not intelligent beyond himself...then again, they were likely playing upon his instincts rather than the thoughts that he was so painstakingly attempting to keep on a more wholesome track. Though he was hardly sure what sort of response such a thing would have garnered from from his aunts...they might have encouraged him to follow that path in the sake of good taste, but then again, in pursuit of grandchildren and whatnot...auuugh! that was precisely the trail that he had been attempting to divert his wicked teenage brain from. Not that it was doing him much merit in these few seconds.
The way her lashes had been set to fluttering by the mere flitting drops of water was intriguing, and Sharra ever so subtly leaned closer, as though by doing so he could discern why they'd had this effect on the lovely lass at his side. Inhaling slowly, forcing that tingling in his fingertips to remain in his fingertips, and he resisted the temptation to twiddle his fingers in the fountain once more, to see if it was indeed the water that had caused such a sensual reaction in his new companion. She was already praising his manners, and it would not do to tease her in such a manner, at least, not until they were better acquainted, perhaps even to the point where he might ask suchly of the ravishing demon lass. Mind, when she was a touch less covered in swamp matter (though the way dampened locks framed her features was most fetching).
"Are you not?" He allowed himself a lengthy sigh, "That's a true shame, honestly...I'm not always the most polite, but I do try." Especially with the ladies. Like so many youngsters in this day and age, Sharra's sexuality was a rather amorphous thing, but he did know that even if not every boil caught his eyes...he most certainly liked those of the feminine persuasion. Mostly. And if there was anyone within Halloween to be attracted to on sight, the list of suchly must, without exception, include present company.
Craning his neck so that he could see over his shoulder at what she was doing, he took a slow inhale, the spikes wavering up and down against the line of his back as he did so. "Hadiyya..." It was a rather exotic moniker, very pleasant to his ears, though he laughed softly when she offered forth her nickname. "I can see Yaya suiting you, so I'll call you that, if you don't mind terribly." That, and it possessed the feeling of lighthearted familiarity, something he was already desirous of with the demon ghoul. Now that his back was to her once more, he could only hope that his almost sheepish state of emotion wouldn't send his nergal features into another one of their fits. That tended to happen sometimes, when embarrassed or angry, and they caused him no end of social discomfort.
At her words, the spikes clackled against his back, flattening themselves against flesh and spine, almost sullenly beginning to retreat into the pale skin of the boil's back. It was as though she'd triggered some deep-seated command impulse, one that Sharra had yet to find himself...an emotional switch, as it were. After all, he would have been mortified, had they continued to resist their combined efforts, as the last thing that Sharra wanted was to look even more foolish in front of this new female acquaintance. As they made their begrudging withdrawal, the young nergal rolled his shoulders, pleased at the freedom that the absence of melded flesh and eerie exoskeleton afforded him. "Hot Jack on a Cracker..." He muttered, "I'm going to have to keep you around. You're magic." Nergal attribute control was as good an excuse as any, right? Beginning to turn about, he was grinning at Yaya, decidedly enthused about the situation.
The freymon, however, was less excited about the breakthrough, and far more interested in attaching himself to the ankle of his new friend, putting a paw on suchly and glaring at Sharra, as though to proclaim his dibs on the newcomer. Yes, it was quite likely that Herbert the freymon would have protected the lady come dastardly mushrooms or hellfire...well, providing that it was freymon-sized hellfire.
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2011 12:44 pm
Clear blues very carefully stayed focused on row of acid dip spikes following her kind request for them to depart. Waiting patiently as they made up their mind on obeying, or stubbornly remaining affixed to poor nergal's back. Should they persist in staying as they were, she suspected it would make sleeping a bit of a challenge, and that was a very tragic line of thought to the marid. Much to her delight though, the spikes clacked once before obediently seeping back within pale skin, leaving the lovely expanse of Sharra's back untouched and whole. Even to an entity of water, the shift was seamless and flowing. "That was splendid." The comment was as much for the shift itself, as for her own ability to communicate with the things.
Oh, and it just got even better. The murmured curse pulled her gaze back up to the boil's face, and she blinked curiously before he continued on to say something that had nearly the same effect on the demon ghoul as the tiny droplets of water that he'd flicked at her leg. Finger tips tensing gently, she felt her smile taking on a decidedly coy appearance. "Promise?" Was that a purr to her docile tone? It just might have been.
Had she really been aware of just how terribly flirtatious she was being, she might have attempted to reign in some semblance of control over herself. As it was, further forward behaviors were distracted by the touch of a tiny paw on the ankle of the foot she'd moved to rest on the grassy side of the fountain so she could straddle the little brick wall. All the better for introductions and spine whispering.
Curious, Yaya glanced down at the owner of the paw, and like any warmblooded young woman, melted immediately at the sight of the little freymon fawning for her attention. "Well aren't you just too adorable for words?" She cooed down at him, bending so she could tuck fingers under tiny arms, lifting him up to situate him carefully in her arms, mindful of the spikes. "Do you belong to the young Mister Eldwaithe here?" Dark fingers stroked along the soft line of his snout. "How very lucky for him."
The last was said with a grin turned up to the demon boil in question. "Does he have a name?" If not, he would likely have one within the Hour. Hadiyya seemed to have a natural affinity with small animals. Now also wayward body parts it would seem.
Conversation was progressing nicely, very nicely, in the djinn's humble opinion, but there was still the matter of mud clinging stubbornly to her drying form. Nose twitching gently in distaste, Yaya stood, stepping fully into the fountain. Shifting her grip so the freymon wasn't held so tightly to her chest, she closed her eyes in concentration, took a breath, and focused on the water swirling along her calves, willing it to climb.
And climb it did. A thin layer of water swirling up dark legs and hips to further spread until every inch of the exotic youth was covered. Soaked from head to toe, it rested for a second or two, then with a soft exhale the water fell away from her, back into the fountain leaving behind a clean, though drenched, marid. "Mm, much better." Flicking a few drops from her fingertips she moved back over to the edge to reclaim her seat, cuddling Herbert back to her chest. "My apologize, the flaking mud was growing quite distracting." If he dared follow the line of thought that statement hinted at, he'd find she hadn't wanted to be distracted from -him-.
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2011 12:04 pm
Somehow it only seemed fair that his spikes liked her...even if they'd been taciturn before, they seemed to have at least responded to his silent echoing prayers not to utterly mortify him. Craning to look between his shoulders once more, he now had to wonder where he'd put his shirt, as he'd had it on initially when this whole thing started, and had removed it the very second that his shifting had started to go south. Stretching arms above his head, he nodded in agreement as to the utter splendifirosity of this situation. If all it took was a pretty ghoul running their fingers down his skin, well...hey-ho, sign him up for a daily spike malfunction!
Now, either he was going bonkers, or Yaya was flirting with him...and not just the teasing 'never gonna catch me' flirting that he'd gotten from most of his playful girl acquaintances, no indeed, this was something different, and it sent a thrum of almost childish (save it wasn't very childish in nature at all) pleasure tip-toeing right down his middle. So he grinned, shoving his good hand in a pocket and leaned forward just a touch, "Well...I could certainly make promises." His tone softly playful. If she wanted to stick around, he was certainly going to be the last fellow in line to protest. Though at the moment, it seemed a touch sappy to simply sit here and watch her lashes whisk their way over dark skin, despite it being quite an elegant distraction.
And Sharra might have said something else to follow, perhaps ask her a question quite pertinent to their current tête-à-tête, but then, that grumbly little codger of a freymon had to stick his nose into the business. Heaving a grand sigh, the nergal shifted backwards to regard the two of them, and honestly, Herbert looked rather adorable cradled in Hadiyya's arms. Perhaps it was that ridiculous wee grin upon the creature's snout. The animal had obligingly laid his own spikes as far back as they were able having no wish to bristle rudely at his new acquaintance, and he made a churring sound at her inquisitions, half-curling into her arms in an expression of utter contentment. Sharra rather considered him an obnoxiously lucky bloke just now, as the boil had to admit that he wouldn't at all minded being in the freymon's place.
"Ah, yeah..." He replied easily, flitting the tips of neon green claws through blond hair, brushing the wayward strands from his eyes. "I call him Herbert...my aunts always used to tell wild tales about one of my cranky great-uncles, and the first time this little chap huffed at me, I thought it seemed appropriate." Despite Yaya's words, mind, Herbert did not seem to share the same elation at being Sharra's pet...indeed, from his current perch, it seemed rather blatantly evident that he'd rather have the lass as his owner, and the tall youth could have sworn that those beady eyes narrowed in a glare that promised spikes in uncomfortable boil-places should his master dare to disturb his current holiday in the arms of a demon ghoul.
Now what was she doing? Curiosity flickered into unearthly green eyes as she made her way into the shallow depths of the fountain, and they widened yet further as the liquid began to climb her limbs, seemingly of their own accord. Though but one look at her diligent features quite assured him otherwise. Ah, twould make sense that water was her element. Sharra's aunts had tried to hammer into him an understanding of many of the other demon types, and if he recalled rightly, those classified as elementals had been first on the list. Well not elementals, per say, as those...well...they were in a class by themselves. A water djinn, perhaps? How elegant. The swirl of the water about as it climbed along mocha skin was rather mesmerizing, as dirt was expunged from her frame, to swirl away pointlessly, leaving flawlessness beneath.
Oh goodness...oh dear sweet Jack... Closing his mouth with a soft 'click' of teeth, as he realized that his lips had fallen open in soft amazement at her display of skill, though it was more the effect that it had had on her as it had enhanced her loveliness tenfold, not to mention her obvious sexual appeal. Ah god, bad brain. "No apologies need to be made...as that was rather pretty to watch..." Both the ghoul, and the water... He rather hoped he didn't sound breathless. But my Jack, he was horrifically envious of Herbert just now (though Herbert was NOT about to be ousted), as her wettened clothing was clinging something fierce. Sharra had never considered himself a pervy young man, but ah...well, exceptions could always be had. Obviously he had found his exception.
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2011 11:02 am
Cling indeed, the outline of dark flesh was very visible beneath the soaked drape of the gauzy top she was wearing, though it was likely, with Herbert cuddled so very closely, that any tantalizing glimpses were just that, tantalizing. Pure bad luck for the charming nergal boy, unless Herbert was intentionally positioning himself in such a way that his round little body blocked the majority of her ample chest from his eager view. He would be a crafty little mini indeed if the last was true, and Hadiyya was none the wiser to his vendetta towards his nergal owner.
Flawless lengths of dark, henna traced legs stretched out before her for a moment, toes pointed against the lush grass, as she inspected every inch for any stubborn sludge that would dare mar her further with it's filthy presence. There was none, and once satisfied beyond a shadow of doubt, she crossed one intricately swirled thigh over the other, turning those Mediterranean blues up once more to catch a glimpse of acid green before a delicate little smile flitted across arabic features at his compliments. "If that be the case, then I'm glad you enjoyed my impromptu little show." Very glad in fact. Was she mistaken, or had his breathing changed ever so subtly?
Running the tips of two fingers between Herbert's tiny ears, she stroked along the length of relaxed spines as she allowed her mind to wander back to something he'd said before her little display in the fountain. "So, Sharra Eldweithe, what sort of promises could you make me?" The delicate arches of dark brows rose, and it was clear by her tone that she was once more falling into the flirtatious direction they'd been headed down before the freymon in her arms had demanded her attention.
There was something about this young man that the water djinn found incredibly enchanting, and she found herself very easily turning on the charm, if only to bring that unsure, sly little smile back upon pale features. Shifting Herbert in her arms, she gave the bit if bordering wall beside her an inviting pat, clearly asking the young man to have a seat, though silently. She wanted him closer, oh yes she did.
Through out her attendance within Amittyvile the ghoul had, yet to meet a person that so easily drew her attention like this one seemed capable of doing. Was this the sort of attraction she'd heard so very much about? Oh jack, she hoped so. The flutter at the pit of her stomach, the way her eye seemed drawn to trace every line of pale skin and wicked spikes. She'd always envied her peers their heated emotions, and this.. This must be how they felt.
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