Thread: The Sacrifice (Craving, M x F )

This is open to anyone who would like to roleplay this with me The wind blew off the salty sea as the moon cast an opal glow against the ground and the waves lapped at the shore, as if they hungered for sand. You could hear a faint, ever so faint splashing in the sea and for a moment, you would think of normal creatures. A fish, perhaps, or a dolphin, perhaps a whale that had wandered too close to the shore. Then, the splashing got louder and you could hear something flop onto the sand, flopping around for a while before it stopped and it grew eerily quiet. Then, a beautiful woman stands up, her feet in the water as the waves lap gently around them and she looks behind her a troubled look on her face as she bends down and retrieves what looks like a silk jacket from the water as she puts it in the crook of her elbow. She knew that this was risky and that's precisely why she came at night. Not many were out at night and she knew that she'd be safer than during the day. Gloria was the last few of her kind, a selkie, a woman upon land who carried a silk jacket with her, light silver in color for when she would return to the sea. However, as legend went, if anyone were to retrieve her jacket, she would be land-bound by them, unable to return to the sea. That was why it was dangerous for her to be out because if anyone got her jacket, she'd be stuck here. She was a beaut and a rare creature, one that others would pay money for and something that someone would love to call their possession or their pet. She shivered at the thought and quickly made her way towards an outcropping of rocks near a hidden cave as she ducked down in and moved with grace and speed as she looked around her with worry and fear. She hoped that no one had seen her as she stayed in the cave, hanging up her jacket on a rock to allow it to dry. She ducked back out of the cave and begin to scout for some seaweed, she was naked and exposed and she stayed near the outcropping of rocks as she searched for some seaweed. She had long, platinum blonde hair that fell in curls to her tailbone, curling up and out and soft, caramel-toned skin. Her skin was as smooth and soft as silk, with little to no blemishes from being in the sea and she stood at 5'7. She had hazel eyes, with golden rims around each sea of green and brown. She had high, elegant cheekbones, arched with ruby red and plump lips that were pulled into a frown of concentration on her face as she looked for the sea weed, plucked a few long strands long the way. She had a curvaceous body with D-cup breasts that bounced with each step that were only accented by her tight, plump ass cheeks. Her feet were curved, graceful, elegant, small and with slightly pointed toes as she slid across the sand, quickly, knowing that she had little time to accomplish what she came up here to accomplish. She found enough pieces and ducked back into the cave, looking for her jacket. She then gasped as she dropped the seaweed, her eyes suddenly wide with fear. She spotted a man holding her jacket as she bit her lower lip, and then spoke, her voice quavering slightly, umm, Sir, that's my jacket, may I please have it back, it is important to me. She hoped he hadn't discovered what she was as she bent to pick up the pieces of seaweed again, her pointed, elegant fingers moving fast to weave a dress of seaweed, before slipping it on to cover herself from the man that was looking at her. She felt a tremor go through her, she had to get her jacket back, she had to go back to the sea, she couldn't stay here with him as she bit her lower lip and she chewed on it nervously, shifting from foot to foot, anxious to hold her jacket again and to escape. Then, she blurted out the questions that had been screaming in her mind, How did you find this place and why are you out so late at night? She slapped her hands over her mouth, her voice was accusing and she hadn't meant to snap, but she had. She didn't know his reasons, but still she was just tense and afraid of him having her jacket, partially because if he knew what she was, he might keep it and possess her and she was afraid of that as she studied him with cold, calculating eyes, waiting for a response.