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 Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 5:11 pm
While her family was at home this evening she was out. Bellatrix didn't worry over anyone, or anything, which may attempt to harm her. It wasn't arrogance, or even insanity - not to say she was sane, but it was confidence in herself which kept her calm and cool as she moved out of the dark woods.
Long, curly and somewhat wild, black hair moved about her face as her head turned left and right. No one seemed to be out and about, how boring. There was no one around to hurt, or watch suffer. Pouty red lips pursed themselves while the dark fae crossed her arms under her bust, her wand tapping gently against her left arm, her right hand holding said wand.
What could she do to liven things up, as she disliked being bored immensely.
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 5:39 pm
Meanwhile as the female exited the woods she would see a male pacing with a curious look that painted itself among his brow. He seemed in a pinch perhaps as he chewed mercilessly on a pencil. Where was the action, the plot, the excitement? Oh how he missed those days when the family had their quarrels or simple moments of a picture-taking moment. Oh how he longed to have inspiration, that which moved mountains.
But this particular setting brought none of what he needed. He glanced to his right then left then firmly seated himself beneath a tree. Closing his eyes he glanced among the days of his muse - knowing his creation was due for his editor gave him an unsettling feeling.
"What am I going to do?" he murmured still gnawing on the pencil.
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 5:50 pm
Smirking, her ears picking up the other fae's distressed words. Oh how lovely. Smirking further she headed that way, moving to hide within the shadows once more. "Such a poor little fae. Can't think of what to do. Such a poor little thing..." Oh how she had to hold back on her laughter, she really did want to laugh at this little fae.
Her wand tucked away, for now. It wasn't needed, she could have plenty of fun without it and she intended to.
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 6:56 pm
His ears detected someone lurking which strangely roused his writing sense. Sniffing the air he noted someone feminine as his ears perked up. Grinning he began writing with a sense of curiosity and excitement...
Creeping ever so delicately she moved like a willow upon the breeze. Her fine figure flowing like a river as her bosom lie like the valley of the mountains. She is a creature of habit - a sensuous thing that would drive one mad if only to run their fingers though her lavish think hair ....
He grinned looking at the paper then looked toward the shadows, "I must thank you for giving me inspiration for this piece. Might I see who you are?"
Oh the more the author thought about his guest and her being female the more he perked back to his old self.
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Posted: Sat Mar 12, 2011 12:55 pm
Ohhh this one was curious. How interesting. Perhaps she would have some fun with him, and grant him his request. With that in mind, firmly so, Bellatrix did indeed step out of the darkness.
Arms crossed, tightly, under his bosom, her dark eyes settled on the fae who seemed to be a writer. "How is it that a shadow, and a voice, can help...and why trust said shadow little fae?" She herself was larger than him, quite a bit larger. Not to mention she looked dark, dangerous. And he found inspiration in a possible danger.
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 7:35 am
Shigure awaited this shadow's sweet tongue and wondered how a sound of sexiness would look in person by chance. His mind was a flutter of a delicious sense as he waited patiently for her to reveal herself of his illusions.
Then she did....
If ever a fae of his intellect was quite surprised by beauty it showed in his deep set eyes of brown. He examined this breathing vision with a smile and nodded, "Why yes you quite the inspiration for my writing if I do say so myself. Come tell me your name so we can get acquainted a little more shall we?"
Shigure was a river of ideas as he stared at her curvy figure urging for her to come closer. He had to be careful though for lovely maidens could be a dragon in disguise all the more burning you if the one setting the trap let on his simple yet obvious intentions.
Clearing his throat he extended his paw with pencil in hand, "I am Shigure Sohma and yes I am a writer. Now its your turn."
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