01-21-2024, 02:10 AM
(This post was last modified: 01-21-2024, 02:15 AM by SilentFeather.)
Affirmative! I thank you ever so much for allowing me access to joining such a fine piece of creative foot-working! I hope I did not go too far with this post. If I did then I shall redo.
"Tch .. pitiful, how pitiful of a sigh you are, Cameron, dearest lover of mine." The presence of a voice rang forth, seething with rage, seeming to present itself from the very depths of nowhere, a presence was close, or rather, in proximity of nearness, it's reply followed by a lewdness, dominance flowing with raw intensity within his tone. Brink the bad-ass, or if better said, the rather bold Alpha of the "Marrow" gang, a notorious burgular and outright rebel had presented himself, stepping forth from the depthless shadows that had loomed.
He was wearing a leather jacket with a short white shirt beneath, his hair was neatly combed, laying to the side with a slight spiked up appearance, his eyes were a dark chocolate brown, almost to the point of ink blackness with kissable lips and a slimness to his figure, but through it all, appearances could be definitely deceiving as he was rather strong, immortally of such to immortal forms of such. He had black and white converses that had stepped silently against the concrete as he lurked in the shadows that he used for concealment, stalking his lover, closer and closer.
"Awww, did the little boy get a wittle scratch?" He approached, not giving his pregnant endowed lover much of a chance to react, a hand punting out and taking possession of Cameron's locks of hair atop his head, yanking him up to where he could be better viewed. 'Let me make it better .. and when I mean "better" you know I mean worse, much .. more .. worse." He dragged him across the sand-paper like Concrete, unkind of the progency which was either of deceased or close to that threshold.
He scowled, taking a creeping of his Cameron, a hand snaking around the front of his throat, taking harsh possession of such a part of the body part, closing fingers in the form of constricting, choking him with a deepening of the expressed scowling. "You have disobeyed me, for the last time!"
"Tch .. pitiful, how pitiful of a sigh you are, Cameron, dearest lover of mine." The presence of a voice rang forth, seething with rage, seeming to present itself from the very depths of nowhere, a presence was close, or rather, in proximity of nearness, it's reply followed by a lewdness, dominance flowing with raw intensity within his tone. Brink the bad-ass, or if better said, the rather bold Alpha of the "Marrow" gang, a notorious burgular and outright rebel had presented himself, stepping forth from the depthless shadows that had loomed.
He was wearing a leather jacket with a short white shirt beneath, his hair was neatly combed, laying to the side with a slight spiked up appearance, his eyes were a dark chocolate brown, almost to the point of ink blackness with kissable lips and a slimness to his figure, but through it all, appearances could be definitely deceiving as he was rather strong, immortally of such to immortal forms of such. He had black and white converses that had stepped silently against the concrete as he lurked in the shadows that he used for concealment, stalking his lover, closer and closer.
"Awww, did the little boy get a wittle scratch?" He approached, not giving his pregnant endowed lover much of a chance to react, a hand punting out and taking possession of Cameron's locks of hair atop his head, yanking him up to where he could be better viewed. 'Let me make it better .. and when I mean "better" you know I mean worse, much .. more .. worse." He dragged him across the sand-paper like Concrete, unkind of the progency which was either of deceased or close to that threshold.
He scowled, taking a creeping of his Cameron, a hand snaking around the front of his throat, taking harsh possession of such a part of the body part, closing fingers in the form of constricting, choking him with a deepening of the expressed scowling. "You have disobeyed me, for the last time!"
I, Silent Feather once thought that my life was just one long merry go round, mundane, repetitive, and just plain boresome but after meeting my beloved Nitrogen, all were changed. And as such had changed me, and when I mean that I mean for the positive, greater of a person I have become, a woman.
A full grown, bonafide Madame.
Silent Feather
