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| Topic Started: Mar 3 2009, 04:30 AM (67 Views) | |
| Liutte | Mar 3 2009, 04:30 AM Post #1 |
keep me steady now
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♛ end your grief with me ;; Normally when you see mountains in books and in photographs, they're slopes are littered with tall, flourishing trees, which had somehow kept their leaves despite the seasons changing. The highest points are nearly always coated in fluffy white snow, and more likely than not, you're under the impression that cute deer and peaceful mother bears that are fishing within salmon enriched streams inhabit the wooded areas, and that snow covered berries upon even more snow covered bushes are surrounded by twittering, fluttering brown birds. Of course, the blond who was so boredly dragging his feet against the flanks of the mountain was most definitely not treading within snow, or lush grasses. However, there were plenty of leafy trees around, though nothing like the exaggerated mountain forests within those aforementioned photographs. The ground was pure, chalky dirt, kicking up by every frictioned step the young vampire took. Hot places did not suit him well, and despite growing up in a desert-like area (ironic, considering deserts have much sunlight, and vampires dislike sunlight), he was never fond of the summer, or heat, and much preferred cooler seasons like spring, or even fall. Winter was considered neutral, as long as it wasn't an Ice Age. Liutte was unsure if he was going around in circles or not, thus was attempting to make sure he only headed straight, but weaving through trees and changing his path due to large rocks was beginning to hinder his sense of direction. Stopping, blue irises encased in a healthy white expanse began to flick back and forth, before his pupils rested upon a rock with a strange dark grey marking upon it. "...Didn't I just pass that rock?" he questioned aloud, tilting upon his hips and dipping his entire torso to the right, spiky, messy blond strands of hair swaying with him due to gravity, staring at the rock from a different perspective. There was no doubt, no matter how the young vampire looked at it, that he recognized that specific boulder. "I think I'm lost," he announced to himself with furrowing eyebrows, straightening out his rather short body, placing his palms sternly onto his hips before marching over to the cursed rock and sitting down upon it as comfortably as possible. Leaning forward, he propped up his chin within his hands, elbows balanced atop his thighs. Peering upwards behind his eyelashes at the darkening sky sent a cooling chill over his body, instantly becoming more comfortable as the sun became weaker and weaker. Of course, night meant dangerous animals, and although vampires in general were just as dangerous as anything you could meet within the forests, Liutte had doubts that he would want to introduce himself to an angry bear. Of course, it was still early evening, and thus if Liutte attempted to find his way back now, he could possibly make it before the moon was high in the sky. Laziness and boredom stranded him to the boulder though, eyelids slipping down halfway as he contemplated his string of possible reactions. He could always eat the bear... A human would always taste better than a dirty, furry bear, though. Letting out a slightly lonely sigh, the freckled boy would suddenly bend over backwards, his body in an arch as he rested over the rock, his head dangling upside down and his arms crossed over his chest. He looked a lot less amused than what was customary of Liutte. After all, it was no fun being alone. Nocturnal eyes closing, he blinded himself, wondering if it would be at least remotely safe to sleep out here. |
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| Seta Sōjirō | Mar 3 2009, 04:52 AM Post #2 |
the demon crow.
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-nuzzlenuzzlenuzzle.- Of course the boy would feel... something nuzzling against his crotch. It would be almost likely assumed as an animal, small nipping and biting at the fabric would probably startle the youth. But should he glance up and down he would take note of a head of black hair, a playful grin on the owner of the noggin. Sigurd, mm? Indeed. Sigurd himself was of course a relative- brother even, of little Liutte. Though he was much more angsty, hating the fact he was always in his elder brother Itach- I mean Mercutio's shadow. Yes, yes. "Woof." Of, deviant pervert. He stood up afterwhich and possibly dodged any angry attacks at him for his violation of cock. Hands placed on his lips as the boy clad in white jacket and black sweats, coupled with some sturdy boots would smirk cheerfully, his voice taunting. "So, this is what you do all day? Walk in circles, get lost, let yourself get raped? Its surprising your so small, you'd think all the groping and masturbation would stretch you out." Pwnt. |
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