no such thing as {GHOSTS}{OPEN}
Sept 5, 2009 13:34:37 GMT -5
Post by foxiliscious on Sept 5, 2009 13:34:37 GMT -5
Giggling, the knell squalid as it sounded against the ebony room, the fox held Alice tighter, his tepid breath blazing against the back of her pale, pretty neck as he effortlessly clenched her wrists forward to keep her from breaking loose. This was quite a cinch, given her diminutive stature and his malicious grin broadened as he heard no other audible sounds or threats from the women, nor the "moth" outside the room. Perhaps the ghosts and zombies had captured them and were devouring their meager brains as of now...a beast could dream, couldn't he? While Alice resumed her aggravating wailing, the fox rolled his dusky pupils and bent down, clamping a hairy palm over her plush lips.
"Shhhhh...shhhhh..." the carnivore crooned nastily, feeling the adipose teardrops hit his knuckles and he leered, swiping his dense tongue along the side of her face like a playful, almost docile canine. A gesture reminiscent of a puppy instead of the horrible, no account snake he truly was. He rubbed a coated cheek against her own, round one and his onyx eyes glittered deviously. Such a twisted mongrel...one just couldn't make heads or tails of his actions without difficulty.
First, he was using hateful jive...now he was sweet talking...he could flip flop his attitude as easily as the day and night if he was famished enough. His pinched abdomen gave a quiet growl and he attempted to ignore it, letting his bristly fingers run along Alice's terrified countenance.
"Don' cry now, babeh..." the fox hissed into one of her ears, the words, of course, quite loathsome as opposed to reassuring. He nuzzled the tip of her quivering, cherub-like nose, a sinister impersonator of one's father to a frightened kit. "Da longah ya do what I says, da longah ya won' beh mah dinnah, know what I'm sayin'? I know da way outta dis dump, it's yo choice. Ya can come out wit meh o' get eaten alive by da zombehs and dey don' sustain noone, no miss. Not even pretteh l'il girls like yoself. But I does..." He licked his whiskered lips ravenously.
"Well, fo' a l'il while..." he added, snickering and nestling his muzzle into her shoulder rather disgustingly. As it was customary with many predators, he loved playing with his food.
A deep resonance shook him out of his momentary triumph; a man's voice that definitely didn't promise cooperation or reliance. He latched onto Alice tighter and edged back into the shadows, keeping her mouth sealed with one hand. He seethed, no longer being the only male presence in the house. Evident venom laced the carnivore's Southern tone as he screeched, "Get los', ol' man! Who invited yo dried up, ol' hide?!"
"Shhhhh...shhhhh..." the carnivore crooned nastily, feeling the adipose teardrops hit his knuckles and he leered, swiping his dense tongue along the side of her face like a playful, almost docile canine. A gesture reminiscent of a puppy instead of the horrible, no account snake he truly was. He rubbed a coated cheek against her own, round one and his onyx eyes glittered deviously. Such a twisted mongrel...one just couldn't make heads or tails of his actions without difficulty.
First, he was using hateful jive...now he was sweet talking...he could flip flop his attitude as easily as the day and night if he was famished enough. His pinched abdomen gave a quiet growl and he attempted to ignore it, letting his bristly fingers run along Alice's terrified countenance.
"Don' cry now, babeh..." the fox hissed into one of her ears, the words, of course, quite loathsome as opposed to reassuring. He nuzzled the tip of her quivering, cherub-like nose, a sinister impersonator of one's father to a frightened kit. "Da longah ya do what I says, da longah ya won' beh mah dinnah, know what I'm sayin'? I know da way outta dis dump, it's yo choice. Ya can come out wit meh o' get eaten alive by da zombehs and dey don' sustain noone, no miss. Not even pretteh l'il girls like yoself. But I does..." He licked his whiskered lips ravenously.
"Well, fo' a l'il while..." he added, snickering and nestling his muzzle into her shoulder rather disgustingly. As it was customary with many predators, he loved playing with his food.
A deep resonance shook him out of his momentary triumph; a man's voice that definitely didn't promise cooperation or reliance. He latched onto Alice tighter and edged back into the shadows, keeping her mouth sealed with one hand. He seethed, no longer being the only male presence in the house. Evident venom laced the carnivore's Southern tone as he screeched, "Get los', ol' man! Who invited yo dried up, ol' hide?!"