Post by Sparkfyre Lyras on Mar 4, 2009 11:28:51 GMT -5
How do you like?
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Dark moonlight bathed the earth like an all-consuming darkness; tonight was warm, starlit, and windless. It was a truly beautiful night; particularly, it was especially beautiful upon the coast of Undine, at the resort city of Charybdis. Soft, calm water lapped at the beach soft as a mother kitten; crickets and nightingales together charmed a harmonious tune that could soothe even the most dangerous of beasts, and for the most part the country slept, oblivious to what was coming.
Like a knife through butter came the large, powerful cruise ship to the docks of Undine; it was large, massive, powerful. Silver, metallic, the name Asmodus appeared in glittering, red-as-blood letters upon its side. An unnatural wind came within its wake; at the prow of the ship, a cloaked and beautiful female figure smiled at the approaching land. Few people in this world stayed out until midnight hour; however, she seemed right at home. Covered in a cloak, the wind seemed to avoid her like a plague; the wood beneath her feet was dry and rotting, as if it could collapse at any moment. There were no others in sight on deck; if anybody had managed to spot this particular boat, it would have given them a very depressing and fearful bout of emotions. After all, very few boats is the world adorned their hull with a chain of human skulls.
It arrived at the dock as silent as an owl in flight; it was then the first two creatures emerged, lowering a plank down to the ground for their dark mistress to walk down to the docks. The figure at the dock turned then; the birds and bugs had fallen silent as death upon her arrival. With each step she took, the area her feet touched rotted and grew old, ancient, dead; upon reaching the ground she took off her cloak and handed it to her servants, who looked like the traditional images of grim reapers- skeletons wearing long cloaks.
The girl herself was truly beautiful; she appeared to be in her very early twenties, possibly even a teenager still; her skin was pale and white as snow, her lips as red as cherries. Her eyes, which seemed to be half-closed, stared at the world through a deep black hue; she also had waist-length radiant black hair of finest quality, flowing loose about her voluptuous body. She was very well-endowed and her features truly flawless; she could even be said to be a goddess of beauty. She wore only tight black clothes; a cute little tank top and a pair of what seemed to be silk pants that ended just above her ankles; her perfect feet were placed delicately within two masterfully crafted sandals, and her body was, truly, shaped like an hourglass. She was the type who could turn even the biggest of prudes into the most slavering of love-slaves with but a single rub of her hand; a touch of her leg; a kiss upon the forehead. The way she moved, it seemed impossible for her not to have been a seductress at one point or another; her hips swayed in such a way that it might be considered impossible not to stare; she exposed just the right amount of flesh to set somebody’s imagination afire with thoughts of lust. She was the type of beauty a complete stranger would gladly die for just to feel her touch but once- and indeed, her touch could kill instantly.
She but moved her hand and the two servants she had carried with her went back aboard the vessel she had come upon and gathered her things, carrying them for her as she walked toward the finest resort in town; as she passed, grass shriveled up and died as she passed, sometimes turning into dust if she lingered for even the smallest fraction of a second; the stones beneath her feet that paved the way through the town grew old and moldy as she stepped upon them. Nevertheless, her beauty drew the magical world excluding one’s attention as she passed; even if they could not see her and knew not anything of her, they suddenly felt yearnings of lust for beauty incomparable and undying thirst for the touch of female companionship.
The hotel she had chosen to come to was still open this late, or at least the lobby was; there was only one person on staff waiting on those that would arrive late tonight. As soon as the lady of the boat entered, he instantly began staring; he could not but help himself to a visual feast. The female could not help but give a small smirk of knowingness; her aura made many plants wilt upon the way to the counter, and, stopping there, she brushed a hand along the man’s face, her magical aura suddenly disappeared, but her beauty even more evident for it.
“My name is Amaya. Can I trust you to take good care of me?” Her voice was the beauty of a chorus of a thousand angels; upon hearing it, the man at the counter had to grip the counter quite hard to prevent himself from fainting; he was, in all truths, speechless. Staring at her face, he could not bring himself to do anything more than to open his mouth and give a weak little whine.
Smiling, Amaya took his chin in her hand- he could not be but an adolescent- and drew him in close, putting her truly beautiful lips next to his ear and whispering. “I desire to stay in this hotel while I seek out a man in this town in secret. Can I trust you to keep me a secret? I’ll even pay you double.”
The attendant gave another weak whine, grabbed a key from the list of the most expensive and beautiful suite in the place, and immediately gave it to her. Struggling to find his voice, he managed to squeak out, “The man you’re looking for doesn’t know how lucky he is.”
Amaya tilted her head to the side and put one very sexy finger to her lips. “All too true. But that ends when I find him. And believe me, I will find him.” Smiling, she snapped her fingers, and the two servants she had, now just entering the hotel behind her, followed her to the elevator, where they would accompany her to her room. Behind, in the lobby, the attendant finally fainted, the image of the beautiful woman in his mind as he had the most pleasant dream he had ever had.
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Dark moonlight bathed the earth like an all-consuming darkness; tonight was warm, starlit, and windless. It was a truly beautiful night; particularly, it was especially beautiful upon the coast of Undine, at the resort city of Charybdis. Soft, calm water lapped at the beach soft as a mother kitten; crickets and nightingales together charmed a harmonious tune that could soothe even the most dangerous of beasts, and for the most part the country slept, oblivious to what was coming.
Like a knife through butter came the large, powerful cruise ship to the docks of Undine; it was large, massive, powerful. Silver, metallic, the name Asmodus appeared in glittering, red-as-blood letters upon its side. An unnatural wind came within its wake; at the prow of the ship, a cloaked and beautiful female figure smiled at the approaching land. Few people in this world stayed out until midnight hour; however, she seemed right at home. Covered in a cloak, the wind seemed to avoid her like a plague; the wood beneath her feet was dry and rotting, as if it could collapse at any moment. There were no others in sight on deck; if anybody had managed to spot this particular boat, it would have given them a very depressing and fearful bout of emotions. After all, very few boats is the world adorned their hull with a chain of human skulls.
It arrived at the dock as silent as an owl in flight; it was then the first two creatures emerged, lowering a plank down to the ground for their dark mistress to walk down to the docks. The figure at the dock turned then; the birds and bugs had fallen silent as death upon her arrival. With each step she took, the area her feet touched rotted and grew old, ancient, dead; upon reaching the ground she took off her cloak and handed it to her servants, who looked like the traditional images of grim reapers- skeletons wearing long cloaks.
The girl herself was truly beautiful; she appeared to be in her very early twenties, possibly even a teenager still; her skin was pale and white as snow, her lips as red as cherries. Her eyes, which seemed to be half-closed, stared at the world through a deep black hue; she also had waist-length radiant black hair of finest quality, flowing loose about her voluptuous body. She was very well-endowed and her features truly flawless; she could even be said to be a goddess of beauty. She wore only tight black clothes; a cute little tank top and a pair of what seemed to be silk pants that ended just above her ankles; her perfect feet were placed delicately within two masterfully crafted sandals, and her body was, truly, shaped like an hourglass. She was the type who could turn even the biggest of prudes into the most slavering of love-slaves with but a single rub of her hand; a touch of her leg; a kiss upon the forehead. The way she moved, it seemed impossible for her not to have been a seductress at one point or another; her hips swayed in such a way that it might be considered impossible not to stare; she exposed just the right amount of flesh to set somebody’s imagination afire with thoughts of lust. She was the type of beauty a complete stranger would gladly die for just to feel her touch but once- and indeed, her touch could kill instantly.
She but moved her hand and the two servants she had carried with her went back aboard the vessel she had come upon and gathered her things, carrying them for her as she walked toward the finest resort in town; as she passed, grass shriveled up and died as she passed, sometimes turning into dust if she lingered for even the smallest fraction of a second; the stones beneath her feet that paved the way through the town grew old and moldy as she stepped upon them. Nevertheless, her beauty drew the magical world excluding one’s attention as she passed; even if they could not see her and knew not anything of her, they suddenly felt yearnings of lust for beauty incomparable and undying thirst for the touch of female companionship.
The hotel she had chosen to come to was still open this late, or at least the lobby was; there was only one person on staff waiting on those that would arrive late tonight. As soon as the lady of the boat entered, he instantly began staring; he could not but help himself to a visual feast. The female could not help but give a small smirk of knowingness; her aura made many plants wilt upon the way to the counter, and, stopping there, she brushed a hand along the man’s face, her magical aura suddenly disappeared, but her beauty even more evident for it.
“My name is Amaya. Can I trust you to take good care of me?” Her voice was the beauty of a chorus of a thousand angels; upon hearing it, the man at the counter had to grip the counter quite hard to prevent himself from fainting; he was, in all truths, speechless. Staring at her face, he could not bring himself to do anything more than to open his mouth and give a weak little whine.
Smiling, Amaya took his chin in her hand- he could not be but an adolescent- and drew him in close, putting her truly beautiful lips next to his ear and whispering. “I desire to stay in this hotel while I seek out a man in this town in secret. Can I trust you to keep me a secret? I’ll even pay you double.”
The attendant gave another weak whine, grabbed a key from the list of the most expensive and beautiful suite in the place, and immediately gave it to her. Struggling to find his voice, he managed to squeak out, “The man you’re looking for doesn’t know how lucky he is.”
Amaya tilted her head to the side and put one very sexy finger to her lips. “All too true. But that ends when I find him. And believe me, I will find him.” Smiling, she snapped her fingers, and the two servants she had, now just entering the hotel behind her, followed her to the elevator, where they would accompany her to her room. Behind, in the lobby, the attendant finally fainted, the image of the beautiful woman in his mind as he had the most pleasant dream he had ever had.