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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2013 3:23:09 GMT -5
Goddamn it... Remy was deeply disturbed that even with such beautiful inspirations he could not produce a single image for his canvas. Rubbing his temples irritably, Brenton Remiel shoved himself away from the blank unbleached cloth and paced, annoyed. For eight months the Basilisk had not produced a single decent work of art which was leaving him without any source of income or emotional outlet. He felt empty, lost, and angry and he had no idea why he was going through this, especially at such a crucial period in his career. He had established his work with customers and now people were commissioning him every other day, which had left Remy aesthetically drained. This piece was thankfully not for a buyer but for his own personal reason, however he was producing nothing, unfortunately... Are you fucking kidding me? Remy hissed again, leaning his slender form against a nearby tree before retreated again to repeated rubbing all over his head. Slicking his hand gently through his dressed brown locks, Remy popped every digit on his hands from unrelieved tension building up in the disguised serpentine’s blood, causing quiet grumblings in his throat.
“Hm.” Remy growled, throwing his shaded eyes in the direction of the canvas again, nibbling his bottom lip as he tried to come up with anything that would satisfy his artistic need. When nothing came, he wished that glancing at the gorgeous scenery would help awaken some sort lost muse, however nothing returned. “You stupid fool.” Remy spat.
This was not how he wanted to spend such a wonderful evening. Memories of a forgotten past flooded his mind as he watched himself in a crazed inspirational state and those feelings seemed extremely far away, drifting deeper into the dark corners of the forest. Remy needed to get the shit out of this rut, because this was absolutely ridiculous!
“Come on.” Brenton whispered, punishing himself as he trotted over to the canvas again and sat his rump onto a rock that ironically was formed perfectly as a seat for the aspiring artist. He came here often and this was his spot that thankfully no one had found... yet.
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2013 11:57:02 GMT -5
A little pick here, a small pluck there. A basket that her arm was looped through. A smile graced her pale lips for but a moment as the witch remained crouched over, picking natural things for brews, even oils and such at home. She stood up straight and curled her hair behind her ear. Her feet forced the witch to turn as she began to hum a strange tune... Strangely she hears about it in her dreams. But she is clueless of its true origins. Much like she was about a lot of things. God, what was she missing? There was a major section... Or several that she was missing. Only time would tell if she could ever regain her past.. Even her real name...
That night she woke up in the hospital was strange. Even thought the name they gave her was pretty stupid. What the hell is a Jane Doe?! Not that it mattered; she got out sometime after giving a name. A name of which she had read in a book about a king who had a rather strange life. And a sister, whom wanted his power, because she believed it was his. Morgan Pendragon was a thousand times better than Jane Doe.
Since then, she had gotten her own place, which made things simpler. She also began to manufacture in her own bath oils and lotions. Just home remedies that she knew people would swing by to get. It was good stuff at a good price and it worked better than the crap you bought from normal human stores. It was a booming business. She actually didn't taint the products, as she thought she might have to for the human consumption. But didn't need to.
As she walked, she had caught the sound of what sounded like.. A man, maybe? It was more than once. She used her heightened sense of hearing to follow these sounds, it was not long until she found a male, standing in front of a canvas. She tilted her head and watched him. A smile gracing her lips. But the canvas was blank. Why? She thought she must get closer. She went to take a step, then a twig broke, sending her to quickly hide behind a tree. Her heart thumping. |
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2013 20:23:09 GMT -5
Brenton continued to stare fiercely at the bare canvas goggling right back at the irked Basilisk, who licked his bottom lip before bouncing his leg impatiently as the canvas mocked him. He had some uselessly vain hope that if he just kept moving, some gear in his brain would start back up. However, it was to no avail and naked canvas just stared back at this shaded iris’. He was completely engrossed by the ridiculing thing in front of him; that is until her heard a curious sound. The noise of snapping twigs pulled Remy from his concentration and he shot up from his seat and spun dramatically in the direction of this possible intruder. He could feel his optic nerves thrum inside his head as he observed his surroundings quietly. He could sense something was close, however it was not currently perceiving as a threat so Remy’s insides began to cool slightly.
Taking a few steps forward, he began to draw closer to Morgan’s location, unaware that she was so close. His shaded eyes scoured the woods for any sort of life but he could not pinpoint where this odd sensation was deriving from. He turned back to his sanctuary, the white cloth still scorned with empty space. “Ugh.” He huffed and trotted back to his realm, deciding that it was just his nerves and that if someone was to sneak up on him, he would be prepared.
As Remy sauntered toward his set up, he prepared his body for a possible assault and the poisonous touch began to bubble within his soul, ready to focus onto his hands if someone were to appear behind him. For now, he would pretend to be unaware of what was perhaps ensue. Gripping his paint brush, he pressed its colorless form onto the white cloth and stopped. “Fuck...!” He hissed. Can’t even pretend paint.
ooc: apologize for short post
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Post by Deleted on May 16, 2013 11:51:41 GMT -5
Her heart thumped. Obviously, this man was not human. She could feel it, making her inner creature stand at its defenses. Her pupils verted to reptilian slits. Even enhancing the shade a bit before she decided it was safe to come out of hiding. Her eyes looked at the male's back as she tried to step as silently as possible towards him. She continued to watch him, drawing closer and closer. Swallowing as she brushed her colored bangs from her eyes. This... Creature, he was an artist. This peaked her interest, suddenly her defenses went down.
Morgan stopped about half way, her bare feet touching the earth as she stood. Feeling herself growing sturdy. Thanking the earth mentally for holding her up and supporting her as she was in a time of need.
"Excuse me.." She said boldly and closed her eyes as she could feel the fear surge right through her. She wanted to be calm and not recieve what may come. If the threat came, she would be willing to attack. She wanted mercy... |
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Post by Deleted on May 16, 2013 15:01:01 GMT -5
As Remy continued to pose with his colorless brush, a tender voice pronounced itself to him, his back arched in defense before he took in a heavy breath to calm his nerves. Who was this girl, and what was she doing here? No one had ever appeared in this area of the forest for years so he had naturally established a zone of peace from the citizens outside this bubble. His shaded irises shifted from side to side in agitation of this unwanted guest and within moments, his chiseled head titled over his shoulder to look at this intruder. He didn’t know what he was expecting, but it definitely was not what he saw. Long locks of extravagant red hair blew gently with the soft summer air around the round feminine face staring straight at the creature and Remy felt a lump gather in his throat when he contiuned to look upon Morgan and he was stunned by her unique beauty. Even in her cautious pose her body seemed to slither gracefully closer to Remy and his heart thumped when he fully took in her peculiar scent.
She smelt strangely familiar but it was obviously she was not of his kind. The woman was gazing straight at the Basilisk with no issues. Remy downcast his sunglass-covered eyes in nervousness from his affliction, even though he knew that she was safeguarded from his dangerous stare. Although, staring people in the eyes always made him nervous, even with these fail-safes blocking his sight. Turning away suddenly, he swallowed a small lump and tried his best to cool down. Why did she have to appear here?! He just wanted to be alone.
“What?” His apathetic voice grumbled in his throat when he retreated his eyes back to the empty canvas, embarrassed that he had most definitely let his guard down. Hopefully she didn’t notice. "Shit..." He huffed silently.
ooc: sorry for shit post lol
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Post by Deleted on May 17, 2013 0:13:49 GMT -5
The moment Brenton turned around - even just to see... Morgan's eyes grew wide with awe as a lump also grew in her throat. The reptilian witch looked at the fellow reptile. She could feel how different he was. Almost the same really. Her skin, pigmented in her skin. A teal blue color. Making her eyes seem... Almost emphasized. The reptilian witch bit her lip as she looked at the rugged creature before her and her heart continued to skip a beat or two... Maybe two, seeing as how her heartbeat was in quads. She swallowed gently and stopped where she was. Which was not far away from him.
"How long... Have you been a painter?" Why the small talk? Did she want to maybe get killed and mamed? Maybe. The nightmares may go away. She gently reached out and touched his back, trying to keep herself from maybe getting... Attached. It was something she was bad for. As the last guy she remotely showed interest in, he wound up being overly fed from. She got sick. But he was not human. The red headed woman could feel it. She wanted to know more. Plus, she enjoyed artists. It made him seem more willing. Willing to maybe talk, depending in his mood. But she... For some strange reason... Wanted to know this man.
A soft smile reached her lips as she looked up at him, "Hey... I promise... I won't hurt you... Unless you absolutely want me to go..." she said gently before retracting her hand and slowly turning away from him. If anything else, maybe he really wanted the alone time. Not to be bothered. |
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Post by Deleted on May 17, 2013 14:52:17 GMT -5
Remy grew rigid as the reptilian beauty placed a soothing hand onto his back for he had never been so close to such a radiant woman before; it caused him significant stress to not transform and slick away into the high trees of the forest. However he knew it would be pointless especially since Remy could definitely pinpoint that these two cautious individuals were kindred spirits of the same animal, although still worlds apart. The Basilisk gazed nervously in Morgan’s direction before shooting his eyes downward again, his fears of harming her creeping into his soul. “I think its best you stay back...” His defenses rose up and his quiet tone carried a venomous stillness as she encroached on his space.
What was he doing? Why was he aggressive toward her? He hated how much of his instincts took over, even in his loneliness and it always caused issues for him later one. This sultry beauty was harmlessly approaching him and what did he do? Be himself, always on guard.
“O-Only for a few years...” He muttered, turning back to the empty canvas as it continued to insult him with its emptiness. Gripping the paintbrush tightly her dipped it into the maroon shade in his palette of colors and moved it toward the white cloth before allowing it to hover for a few second. Nothing. “Goddamn it...” He snarled, fidgeting the brush in his smooth fingers.
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Post by Deleted on May 18, 2013 16:49:52 GMT -5
A light gasp escaped her lips. She removed her hand, hesitantly and allowed it to fall at her side again. He seemed so, tense... Maybe he needed help in calming himself? It was all she could do to not give him a spell.. Or do something inappropriate. But she needed to refrain from the out of the norm motions. It may scare him away or may give anyone the impression that she was a slut. And she wasn't. At least, not usually. She didn't have to just feed from that sort of energy. She could feed in other ways. But this was part of her curse... Part of her life now, that she regretted.
Her pale blue eyes watched the man and she felt her feet move. Her legs slowly carried her around to the view of the man, beside him, where she watched him try to paint. She licked her lips and boldly reached a hand out and softly brushed her fingers against his cheek. In hopes of calming him. Her bright reptilian dragon eyes looked up at him as she felt her expression calm itself and and seemed almost... Affectionate in a way. All of it directed towards him.
"Peace..." she said, almost as soft as a whisper. She licked her lips softly and looked back at the painting, "It'll come to you..." she said and looked back up at him. She swallowed and stroked his cheek once more before pulling her hand away. That was when she turned, feeling maybe she should go. She began to walk out of his private space he had for himself. As she walked, her long red locks began to sway with her body movement. |
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Post by Deleted on May 20, 2013 5:14:15 GMT -5
The thin threads decorating Remy’s neck perked, stunned by this mysterious beauty as she gently placed her palm onto his cheek and caressed his stubbled skin, trying to sooth his unyielding demeanor. Her silken flesh was warm against him and for a moment he was enthralled by the many scents decorating her palm; they smelt of classic-brewed oils fit for a king and the cool touch of the elements surrounding them. Then, as suddenly as she had touched him and tried to console him with her enchanting voice she retracted her hand and began to shy away as if embarrassed. Through shielded irises Brenton beckoned her silently to return her hand on his flesh, but she only drew away farther, even turning around to leave. Desperate, Remy muttered to himself in frantic bits, No, don’t let her go! Stop her! Slowly she was farther away from him...
In a flash, Remy took hold of her fragile skin but made sure not to grip too tight in fear of scaring her more. He locked gazes with her, the dragon witchs’ eyes hypnotizing him, “Please...” He paused, swallowing hard, ”...stay.”
Brenton couldn’t complete believe what had come over him exactly but he had this unexplainable feeling that it would be a huge mistake to allow her to leave. She had found his sanctuary, perhaps it was meant to be?
“My... name is...” He halted again, down casting his gaze again and muttering softly. “Brenton, but you can call me Remy or, or Ben. Whichever works...” He almost started to babble but thankfully he cut himself short.
ooc; i have to say with just this board alone, this relationship is my favorite i've ever rped. ever. lol
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Post by Deleted on May 20, 2013 10:30:35 GMT -5
It was almost as if the woman had the breath knocked out of her. His skin against her and his.. Sootbing voice asking her to stay with him. Her cheeks went red and her blue eyes narrowed go the ground. Her heart began to pound and her breathing only elevated, just a bit. Why should she stay? She didn't know the guy, nor was it time for her to feed. And without the other elements available, this man's energy would be a need for her. But she didn't want to harm him.
It was strange, usually her encounters that came down to sex, it meant she didn't care and she was happy as long as she got what she wanted. But Remy was not one she thought she should hurt. She couldn't for some reason. Her blue eyes managed to look back up at him, just a tad over her shoulder. Her cheeks were a rosey red. A surprise in her eyes lingered; holding more emotions than intended. She swallowed and allowed him to hold her arm longer. It was only making her heart race more.
He said his name...
She smiled softly and felt her cheeks grow warmer from this strange sensation that surged through her. Her lips then parted to speak, "Morgan... My name, is Morgan." she liked his name, a lot. It suited him. Not to mention, she loved his nicknames. Her head tipped to the side as she looked around, " I'm sorry.. For disturbing you, earlier." What was there to be sorry about? Remy wanted her to stay, and not cause he pittied her, but he genuinely wanted her with him. And to be frank, she wanted to be with him. She had for gotten he had her in his grasp, and once she finally tuned in to reality, she blinked a bit. Her next move was.. Bold.
She gently pushed into him, it made it easier, not to just be by him, but it also made her calm. His frame felt.. Nice, what she could feel, anyways. But her focus was trying to stay on the main point - a better feel. But it seemed she was in a trance every time she gave herself a thought. She closed her eyes and almost... Snuggled into him. |
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Post by Deleted on May 20, 2013 22:04:14 GMT -5
Through her fragile wrists the Basilisk could feel her heart palpitating quickly and for a moment Remy considered that he had probably made a grave mistake. It was an extremely fearless move and as he stood there in silence, he expected the gorgeous nymph to attempt an escape. However, she seemed just as dumb founded as he and continued to allow this small physical contact between the two. He observed her luscious blue pools and he was in awe of her adorable beauty as he cheeks grew bright red. Pondering, Remy desperately wished he could look upon her true beauty but these cursed eyes would not allow it. He almost allowed his irritation to overtake him until he heard her speak again.
Morgan. It was perfect. He was now hypnotized that he had a title for her delightful features and it was beautiful. He could continue for eternity on how exquisite Morgan was and in his lost thoughts he had not completely realized that she had apologized for her sudden appearance. “Oh no! Y-you are not at fault I...” He halted his words, adjusting his shades nervously before throwing his gaze in other directions anxiously. “I would greatly enjoy your company...” Even with only a few moments of time together Remy wanted nothing more but this day to continue with only her in his canvas.
Through outside eyes, it was obvious that this chance meeting was escalating rather quickly for the red headed beauty was already nestled underneath his chin and clinging tightly to his muscularly lean form. Brenton’s warm frame fed into her own as they were posed gracefully in the woodlands and slowly Remy made a second bold move and encircled his toned arms in a passionate embrace. Resting his head against Morgan he received delicious scents from her scarlet locks and he nuzzled her from the peaceful images that presided from her scrumptious perfume. As a male Remy could not deny that it was exceedingly pleasing to feel her well rounded breasts against his chiseled chest however he would not allow such feelings to disturb such a wonderful moment like this. He was a gentleman and he wanted Morgan to know that she had nothing to fear from him.
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Post by Deleted on May 20, 2013 22:45:50 GMT -5
An even warmer feeling managed to well inside her as she felt his body against her own. A soft sigh escaped her lips and she found her arms coiling around his neck. It was a tender moment. His arms around her made it better. Her pale face nuzzled into his neck and she absorbed his scents. He smelled welcoming, and even inviting. Almost intoxicating, really. But that was it. The hypnosis that naturally came from him, she found her lips against his neck. A few kisses were made before she realized what she was doing. The slow, sweet movements became quick and she pulled away, touching her lips. Surprise in her eyes as she looked up at the man.
"I... I'm sorry! I dunno what got into me..." she said softly and kept her hand to her lips. Her heart still felt like it was pounding. After a few moments, she removed her hand away from her lips and wound up using her tongue to moisten her lips. Her blue eyes looking confused, curious, even sweetly up at him, "I've only ever felt this way once in my life... I... I dunno what this - now is..." she said softly. She swallowed hard and continued to look at the man. An urge welled inside her. A strange one. It was more powerful than she was used to.. And it was more than she had felt even the first time. She wanted to feel his lips on hers... |
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Post by Deleted on May 21, 2013 22:02:43 GMT -5
Remy did not struggle as her silken lips caressed against his neck, tiny goosebumps rising from his flesh and a silent groan of pleasure escaped his lips as he nuzzled closer in response. As they continued to pose flawlessly in the forest becoming even inseparable in this emotional moment, the Basilisk was taken by surprise as Morgan drew away from his grip and stood a small distance away from him, pressing her gentle fingers against her rosy lips. She was surprised and Remy was too. This entire scene of romance had transpired within seconds and he was absolutely sure neither of them understood why. Blinking, Remy was standing dumb founded with no red headed beauty in his grip and he muttered softly to her frizzled response. “I-Its all right Morgan! There was nothing wrong with what you did.” God he adored her name and the way it curled from his tongue sounded even more amazing and he had throughly enjoyed their moment and he desperately wanted it to continue but she seemed too stunned.
Then, like an animalistic urge as he peered deep into her Morgan’s exotic azure eyes he sensed something boiling within both of them as they stood poised, still equally shocked by these few minutes. Remy wasted no time in fighting against himself and he reached outward again to Morgan but this time his arm swung around her waist and with a powerful tug he returned her in front of him and pressed his lips forcefully against her own. In his head, he was yelling at how idiotic he was being. What are you doing?! She obviously didn’t want this! Even as he babbled, he did not release her.
Oh Morgan... why do you taste so delicious...?
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Post by Deleted on May 21, 2013 23:35:29 GMT -5
Her pale hands reached up and cupped his cheeks. This kiss happened before she had time to react. But a plus side, he felt her emotions. He could feel her urge to kiss him and he acted on it. Which was amazing to her. Their lips remained against one another. This was all so fast - and yet... It felt so right. Her lips willingly kissed him back and she pushed herself against him. The slender redhead snaked an arm around his shoulders as the other continued to caress his cheek. He tasted so good to her. Everything about him made him taste so... Sweet. Her heart continued to pound and her lips parted...speaking as she remained against this handsome man.
"Be mine..."
It was a mere whisper against his soft lips. Thus making it easier for her to continue kissing him. His kissing her... Like an addictive poison she couldn't let go of. She needed to have more. Not just if his lips, but him. Surely what she had said was so quick. But she could not let him go from her that easily. She felt something inside of her that called to hold onto him and keep him. But why? Oh yes.. A strange feeling that welled inside her, fluttering around and forcing her to hold him tighter. Her kiss had deepened and she could feel the want... The need as well in his lips... She returned the favor. She wanted him... She needed him.
After so much pain and suffering... Why was she lead to him? She didn't trust men. And why? Cause the first man decided to break her. It was not just him. Her family.. Her coven... Some of them convinced her to eat the heart of the dragon she murdered. Then threw her to the wolves. They tried to murder her. They wanted her gone... Then everything went black.. She was by herself... For a while. She didn't want to let his company... Or him go.
'Please.. Love me... Keep me...' |
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Post by Deleted on May 22, 2013 0:10:42 GMT -5
Remy allowed the delicate coo from her luscious lips feed his inner monster and his kisses became more ravenous to taste her deliciousness. Her thumping heart excited him and his own was pounding in his head and the rapid blood vessels throbbed in every section of his body, feeding his need to hold her tighter. As he felt her gentle touch against his stubbled cheek he titled his head to nuzzle closer as if he required her touch to survive; at this point it really did feel like if they were to separate it would be all over for him. He didn’t want to release her and in his head, scenarios began to fly through his mind of his gorgeous flower in peril and all he could think was that he would do anything to keep her from harm. Unbeknownst to him, these images were surprisingly similar to the memories that plagued Morgan’s mind as she clung to the Basilisk, begging for his protection. He would never let her go.
“I am yours.” His soft voice reverberated strongly, letting her know that he would shelter her from the darkness that wanted to encroached dangerously close to her. Remy still could not understand why this was happening; maybe she was bewitching him? It could not be... for her eyes spoke sincerity when they basked in shock of their rather bold moves to one another. It had to be real, but why was it going so fast? He had never experienced this genuine passion in his entire existence and even if he could not remember where he came from before New Orlands, he could tell that this was the greatest moment in his long life.
His other hand slithered along her curvaceous figure, his other still clasped around her waist and firmly holding her close. Her body was exquisite and in his sexual excitement the single hand continued to glide until he put an adventurous hand onto her rump, feeling its flawless shape in his grip. He squeezed it delicately and for a moment he considered this move was too much. Hopefully I didn’t do too much... He thought to himself, still enthralled by her lips pressed against his own.
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