02-23-2014, 03:58 AM
ooc. baby girl, even i could post 737 words of shit and on my worst day, too. suck on that, yo (;
Presently, all that was currently visble of the wyvern was his tail, errant specks of moonlight reflecting off the scotum that adorned its considerable length, forked tip flicking lazily to and fro. The rest of him, meanwhile, lay inside the treehouse, lounging upon the treehouse floorboards. Hours had passed since he'd first begun what he'd initially meant to be a harmless little cat nap; the rain had let up sometime ago and the skies were dark now, their inky expanse dappled with gleaming stars.
Yellow-gold orbs shuttered against the pale rays of light slanting through the cracks in the walls––grating his horns idly across the wooden boards, he briefly contemplated returning to sleep and he might have, if a sudden twinge in his gut hadn't occured and persisted in chasing away all thoughts of slumber, bringing to mind instead a certain memory of a certain sexy blond, a real fiesty little fuck. Fucking shit. Israfel let out a guttural groan, shoving wearily to his feet and padding to the structure's exit, teetering briefly upon its precipice.
His wings unfurled then, the tattered gossamer stretching the limits of the portal's frame. The wyvern hissed, his agitation manifesting sharper, clearer; he snapped his tail and twisted his lithe body sideways, pulling himself up by the topmost shingles, clambering onto the rooftop to seek out more space. A cool drizzle of rain met him, as if summoned by his wakening. He snorted and extended his wings once more, giving a few experimental flaps before nosediving into the night, the cold air bubbling almost immediately beneath his wings and lifting him up, up, and away ..
Presently, all that was currently visble of the wyvern was his tail, errant specks of moonlight reflecting off the scotum that adorned its considerable length, forked tip flicking lazily to and fro. The rest of him, meanwhile, lay inside the treehouse, lounging upon the treehouse floorboards. Hours had passed since he'd first begun what he'd initially meant to be a harmless little cat nap; the rain had let up sometime ago and the skies were dark now, their inky expanse dappled with gleaming stars.
Yellow-gold orbs shuttered against the pale rays of light slanting through the cracks in the walls––grating his horns idly across the wooden boards, he briefly contemplated returning to sleep and he might have, if a sudden twinge in his gut hadn't occured and persisted in chasing away all thoughts of slumber, bringing to mind instead a certain memory of a certain sexy blond, a real fiesty little fuck. Fucking shit. Israfel let out a guttural groan, shoving wearily to his feet and padding to the structure's exit, teetering briefly upon its precipice.
His wings unfurled then, the tattered gossamer stretching the limits of the portal's frame. The wyvern hissed, his agitation manifesting sharper, clearer; he snapped his tail and twisted his lithe body sideways, pulling himself up by the topmost shingles, clambering onto the rooftop to seek out more space. A cool drizzle of rain met him, as if summoned by his wakening. He snorted and extended his wings once more, giving a few experimental flaps before nosediving into the night, the cold air bubbling almost immediately beneath his wings and lifting him up, up, and away ..
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