The rather pudgy, older man sat in a seat, wiping his forehead which was exuding a profuse amount of sweat repeatedly with a cloth. His eyes where riveted before him, and he repeatedly licked his lips. His face was covered with the unmistakable look of a man lost to lust, filled with nothing but desire and this desire was easily explainable by where his eyes where riveted. Across the room of his opulent mansion-like hotel room, was a magnificent woman.
The woman was scantily clad, almost all of her flesh reveled except for the most secret parts. She was dancing slowly rhythmically, swaying her curves for the man before her temptingly. She was all the way against the other wall, having decided to slowly make her way across the room, teasing the man. She slowly began to make her way towards him, dancing the whole way, swaying her hips and butt in his direction as she spun around.
Tossing her long strawberry blonde waist long hair around, she began to dance slightly faster, moving quicker and harder, as if reaching a crescendo to none existent music in the silent room except for his and her breathing, her the soft sounds of her feet upon the floor and the swishing of her hair.
Somewhere along the way, her top piece fell away, allowing her breasts freedom to swing with her dancing. She finally reached the man seated upon the chair, leaning close and jiggling her breasts in his face. She sat in his lap, legs going up and over the arm of the chair they where in and smiled up at her as she leaned back, allowing him a most luxurious view of her body.She slowly sat back up and stood up, trailing her hand along his shoulder as she slowly and seductively moved behind him, wrapping her arms around his neck from behind and pressing her breasts into his back. She whispered coyly in his ear, letting her hot breath play across it.
"What's the matter big guy, never had a girl like me in your apartment before?" She played with the top button on his shirt, slowly unfastening. The man shivered and stammered, but didn't get any words out. Giggling softly, the female pressed tighter, breathing down his neck as she spoke again. "Don't worry, you will never have another like me....again....." Her hands slowly strayed back up to his neck, wrists crossing over each other as she played the folds of flesh there.
Suddenly the girl's hand tightened on the man's neck, fingers digging into to get a better grip. With one stupendous jerk and the disgusting cracking of bone, the girl jerked her right had that had been upon the man's left cheek back to the right, jerking his head with it and completely around to face the back of his body snapping his neck. Standing up, she looked at the body in disgust and spoke again, this time no in the smooth girly tones she had been using before, but in a deep male voice.
"Disgusting, that's what most men are...." She walked away towards the door, and she she moved she dropped the last of her cloths off. The body slowly shifted into that of Cag's real human form, five foot nine inch frame with dirty blonde shoulder length hair was no visible. Stopping beside the door, the male slowly opened the bag he had brought with him and pulled out his normal cloths.
Pulling on his usual skin tight black leather vest, a pair of boxers, and a then his black military style cargo pants he sighed and opened the door, striding out and shutting it behind him. Walking ot the nearest window, he opened it and climbed out onto the fire escape. He quickly made his way down, and leap off the last platform to the ground below, sliding from the alley into the street and walking away as if nothing had even happened.
Post by Beklea Baudry on Nov 14, 2011 0:35:33 GMT -5
Sandwich meat; check.
She padded down the sidewalk, plastic bags hung over her arms, hair half-hazardously pulled into a bun, and notepad and pencil in hand. Her feet made quick, soft thumps as she hurried her way down the street. A few tendrils of hair had escaped, and blew every which way against her forehead when the wind fancied to brush against the auburn locks.
Cheese; check.
The scratch of pencil on parchment joined the numerous sounds around her, as well as the padding of her feet, her quick breathing, and the occasional thrum of a distant car engine.
Water; check.
She had been doing some shopping. It was a hard task to accomplish when you knew not one word of french. She also had a hard time getting a hold of some money, but, in methods she wasn't going to reveal, she had gotten enough for what she needed.
Chocolate; check.
She continued to make her way, on autopilot. She wasn't looking forward, her attention completely transfixed on the paper in her hands. There would be an occasional tilt of her head to peer into the bags that hung on her elbows, but her gaze was more or less always on her hands.
Beef; check.
She smiled at that thought. She was fairly certain that her winged companion would enjoy the little surprise she had for him; once she got out of the city, of course. If he hadn't gotten up and left, then he should still be on the outskirts of town in the wilderness somewhere.
Bread; ...?
She peered into her bag, using her hand to push around the contents. Yogurt... good. Cheese... chocolate... lettuce... ...
"Rahat!" she cursed, her tongue falling back into the familiar Romanian language she was raised with. She then continued to throw off many expletives, and, only after she had rung her vocabulary dry, did she let out an aggravated huff.
Well, she certainly wasn't going to turn back, make her way to the store, and endure, not only embarrassment, but also confusion. She didn't speak stupid french!
Whilst mumbling, she began forward again with a new, angry purpose. She was going to head back to Brutus, give him his treat, and enjoy the food that she had bought. She didn't need bread, anyway. It was full of unwanted carbs, as far as she was concerned.
Beklea turned the corner, and, while attempting to slip her notepad into her pocket, ran right into a large, male body. She ricocheted off of his chest, stumbled back a few steps, and then plopped down onto her butt with a grunt. The items in her bags fell, spilling out onto the sidewalk.
It took her a few seconds to gather her bearings, and then she looked up at Caguuror, glaring daggers. If looks could kill... well, he wouldn't be feeling too good right about now.
Last Edit: Nov 14, 2011 16:31:50 GMT -5 by Beklea Baudry
Caguuror grunted as somebody slammed into his chest,then rebounded and fell upon the ground. He grimaced and knelt almost instantly, setting his black duffel bag upon the ground and helping her gather the items she had dropped upon the ground,slipping them back into the bags. He looked up at her, lips parting as he spoke.
"My apologies Ma'am. I was not looking where I was going and my head was in the clouds." He finished sliding the things into the bags for her and then picked them all up in one hand and stood up, extending his hand to help her to her feet as well. He smiled warmly at her, waiting for her to take his hand.
"I truly am sorry Ma'am. Is there somewhere I can help you take these?" As he spoke, his nostrils flared slightly. There was a scent about her, definitely not human. He tried to place the smell, racking his mind for it and finally pin pointed it. A reptilian smell mixed with the scent of fresh breezes and a hit of sulphur from fire. Draconian scent. So, she had a draconian partner. Interesting. It had been a while since Cag had hung out with dragons. And the last one he had been around had not even spoken english, but german instead.
Post by Beklea Baudry on Nov 14, 2011 19:14:13 GMT -5
He knelt almost immediately and began picking up the items that had spilled out onto the ground. She allowed him to do this, choosing to continue glaring instead of helping. Why should she? It was his fault she had dropped her things, his fault for bumping into her, and his fault for causing her to meet the ground with an ungraceful thump.
She ground her teeth together as she watched, her arms crossing in front of her. After he had finished gathering her groceries, he then stood at his full height. With the bags in his possession he offered her his hand, smiling. Thought he was some cool shit, did he? Thought that just because he picked up her things that meant that he was forgiven, hmm? Wrong.
Beklea completely ignored the gesture, and with a pointed act of defiance, she chose instead to stand up without his help. Her hands went to brush off her back-side once she was on her feet, and then her arms re-crossed in front of her. It was an attempt to look sinister, cold, and very angry. Her hostility most likely made her look like a ruffled, angry kitten.
"Damn right you're sorry," she grumbled, her feet shifting slightly beneath her, a display of unease. She may act like she was tough shit, but her fidgeting would always give her away. Her face scrunched up as she eyed him up and down, the scars on her face looking fairly unsavory with the expression. She already didn't trust him.
She muttered a few incoherent words in her native tongue, glanced around to see if anyone else had witnessed her fall, and then glanced back to Caguuror.
"If anything in there broke, you're paying for it. Understand?" she said, trying to sound as demanding as she possible could. Though, she probably just looked like an angry kitten again.
"And, you are going to carry all of that crap for me. I don't care if you have to be somewhere important, either. That will teach you to pay attention to where you're going." She huffed after her rant, jaw clenching and eyes narrowing. Of course, that was a lie. What if he was off to his grandmother's funeral, a family member's wedding, or his little sister's birthday party? She wasn't that much of a bitch, though, hopefully, she gave off that impression.
Was she being unnecessarily rude? Yes. Was she taking her frustration out on him? Yes. Was she also guilty of not paying attention to where she was walking? Yes. Would she ever admit those three things? Never.
Cag whistled merrily, tossing her bags over one shoulder as if they way nothing more then a small bag of cloths, then picked up his own black duffel back with his free hand. He waved for her to lead on, continuing to whistle. He knew she was not really as upset as she let on. Her fidgeting gave it away, as did her rather lame remarks. He figured it was out of nervousness though, and was more then willing to forgive it. He smiled and made it a certain point to walk close to her, looking like nothing more then a butler of sorts, carrying her stuff for her.
Nonchalantly, the male would lean down, his breath hot in her ear as he whispered softly so nobody could possible hear over the bustle of the town. "So, what is your dragon's name? I smell him upon you." He stood up, looking as if he had said absolutely nothing out of the ordinary, walking down the street and nodding at random people polite.
He hefted his own bag once or twice, attempting to keep anybody from knocking against as they made their way through town. However, as they made their way through one particular crowd his bag slapped against a metallic pole, creating a loud metallic ringing. He grimaced, not wanting people to know what was in his bag really. Inside was his enchanted katana, his two black sai, and his two silver throwing stars.
Post by Beklea Baudry on Nov 14, 2011 23:49:35 GMT -5
He didn't speak. He just whistled a happy tune and flung the bags over his shoulders. Beklea let out another huff. How dare he be so nonchalant? How dare he act so merry? Instead of his light mood rubbing off of her, it did the opposite. It made her even angrier.
Stupid man.
He gestured for her to lead the way, and she turned swiftly on her heel without a word, stomping her way down the sidewalk. He knocked her over. He made her spill her things. He was so annoying.
"Stop that," she grumbled, referring to his whistling; it was really starting to get on her nerves. Her shoes thumped softly against the ground as she walked. Her arms where still crossed in front of her when he leaned down, whispering softly into her ear. She shivered when she felt his hot breath, and then froze when his words finally registered in her brain.
What.
She halted in her tracks abruptly. So abruptly, that Cag probably ran right into her. She turned swiftly, eyes wide, mouth parted, and she stared at Caguuror for the longest time.
Finally, she let out a strangled, "W-what?" She took her time to eye him up and down, brows furrowing. Her former anger seemed to have disappeared completely, and now only anxiety seemed to take it's place. "Wha-..." she repeated, trailing off before she could finish.
And then she took a step back. Quickly. She knew better than to be near anyone who knew what she was and who she was. He could have seen her Brutus, which was a doubtful... or he wasn't human. She had bumped into many non-humans before in her lifetime, and they were not friendly. She knew from experience that she was in trouble.
Beklea took another step back, and her hands slowly lifted into a defensive position. Her whole demeanor changed, trying to look as non-threatening as possible. She no longer looked like an angry kitten; just a frightened one.
