Post by Mookie on Apr 7, 2009 21:17:04 GMT
Clad in nothing but a white bikini and a sheer summer tunic, Isobelle rode bare-back on her red mare, Vi-trix, in the Oceans shore. The air was warm and the breeze light against her bronzed skin - perfect for spending time on the beach.
Turning her head, Isobelle gazed across the darkening sky, towards the setting sun. It painted the sky a deep orange-red. Already she could see the stars, eager to shine, they did not wait for the night sky.
She would need to feed shortly. She hadn’t fed in five days and that had made her weak, vulnerable.
At that thought, her eyes scanned the beach. There were few people littered across its sands. A few males that she could see. Not that she would feed here. The men that walked the beach would no doubt be meta’s. Isobelle would not feed from meta’s. Feeding from them did not give her what she needed to survive. Instead it temporarily drained them of their gifts - their powers, temporarily offering her a quarter of their abilities. And whilst that at times was a good thing, she did not need another meta’s power. She had her own. It was satisfaction enough for her.
Turning so that both of her legs hung from one side of her horse, Isobelle slipped from it’s back and landed softly in the sand. The golden dust warmed her bare feet, pushing itself between her toes. Smiling to herself, the dark beauty blew a contended sigh and then turned to her horse, her fingers were still tangled in it’s thick mane. She withdrew them gently before brushing one hand against the horses side.
“Go, run, Vi-trix.” She whispered, running her hand down its side again. “Be free for a while.” With that said, the horse took off. She wondered vaguely if the horse could understand her. She thought it could. Maybe not her words precisely, but maybe her intentions? Shrugging the idle thought away, Isobelle watched Vi-trix gallop into the distance. Her mare wouldn’t leave the beach, she trusted it wouldn’t.
Turning in the sand, toward the ocean, Isobelle wavered on her feet lightly and quickly pressed a hand to her head. Before she knew it her knees buckled and she crashed into the sand, her body weakened.
“I need to feed.” She breathed to herself. But from who? Her head felt heavy when she lifted it, like it was being pulled down toward the sand. Her eyes, the iris and the white of them blackened by her thirst, hunted across the sands. There were no humans. She could sense it. She could not feed on meta’s.
But she could feed on demons. She could feed on men who weren’t human, who weren’t meta. And demons walked the beach.
First she’d need to gather strength, at least enough to walk. She was foolish - stupid to have not fed in so long. Cursing herself, Isoblle Allowed the weight of her weakness to push her to the sand. The demon lay still and closed her eyes, shutting her mind off from the world.
Turning her head, Isobelle gazed across the darkening sky, towards the setting sun. It painted the sky a deep orange-red. Already she could see the stars, eager to shine, they did not wait for the night sky.
She would need to feed shortly. She hadn’t fed in five days and that had made her weak, vulnerable.
At that thought, her eyes scanned the beach. There were few people littered across its sands. A few males that she could see. Not that she would feed here. The men that walked the beach would no doubt be meta’s. Isobelle would not feed from meta’s. Feeding from them did not give her what she needed to survive. Instead it temporarily drained them of their gifts - their powers, temporarily offering her a quarter of their abilities. And whilst that at times was a good thing, she did not need another meta’s power. She had her own. It was satisfaction enough for her.
Turning so that both of her legs hung from one side of her horse, Isobelle slipped from it’s back and landed softly in the sand. The golden dust warmed her bare feet, pushing itself between her toes. Smiling to herself, the dark beauty blew a contended sigh and then turned to her horse, her fingers were still tangled in it’s thick mane. She withdrew them gently before brushing one hand against the horses side.
“Go, run, Vi-trix.” She whispered, running her hand down its side again. “Be free for a while.” With that said, the horse took off. She wondered vaguely if the horse could understand her. She thought it could. Maybe not her words precisely, but maybe her intentions? Shrugging the idle thought away, Isobelle watched Vi-trix gallop into the distance. Her mare wouldn’t leave the beach, she trusted it wouldn’t.
Turning in the sand, toward the ocean, Isobelle wavered on her feet lightly and quickly pressed a hand to her head. Before she knew it her knees buckled and she crashed into the sand, her body weakened.
“I need to feed.” She breathed to herself. But from who? Her head felt heavy when she lifted it, like it was being pulled down toward the sand. Her eyes, the iris and the white of them blackened by her thirst, hunted across the sands. There were no humans. She could sense it. She could not feed on meta’s.
But she could feed on demons. She could feed on men who weren’t human, who weren’t meta. And demons walked the beach.
First she’d need to gather strength, at least enough to walk. She was foolish - stupid to have not fed in so long. Cursing herself, Isoblle Allowed the weight of her weakness to push her to the sand. The demon lay still and closed her eyes, shutting her mind off from the world.
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((OOC: This is beyond random. Really. Haha, I just really want to write at the mintue and I rarely use Isobelle. If I'm going to get to know her better and flesh her out, then I need to Rp with her right? Yupyup. If anyone (That's if anyone will come online) , wants to join then you can!))
((OOC: This is beyond random. Really. Haha, I just really want to write at the mintue and I rarely use Isobelle. If I'm going to get to know her better and flesh her out, then I need to Rp with her right? Yupyup. If anyone (That's if anyone will come online) , wants to join then you can!))