Thread: XXx Rage of the Heart xXx CLOSED xXX

RE XXx Rage of the Heart xXx Zaragnar LD xXX Oblivious to the near miss and how close he really was from being jolted by the massive electrostatic discharge, Darren simply ignored the bright flash of red under his eyelids. But he couldn't entirely ignore the sudden shiver running down his spine as a prickly feeling washed over him. He could have sworn the hairs on his body had briefly stood on their ends. Just as soon as it'd happened, it was then gone. Unaware that his body had naturally reacted to the close proximity of a high voltage energy bolt, Darren ran a hand through his hair and then fluttered his eyes open to look at the girl before him. He frowned a little as she went about with something in a foreign language, missing out on her muttering before that. The accent, to him, was sort of gentle and friendly. However, her current tone suggested that whatever she'd said was anything but welcoming. He blinked and tried to keep his gaze on her purplish-gray hair but with the way those clothes were tightly clinging onto her form, he couldn't help but admire her hourglass figure, especially at that sexy bottom of hers. At the mention of Sean, the wrinkles between his eyes deepened. How would beating Sean be of any help? Or should he be asking what have Sean done to her instead? He managed to find her gaze when she finally swirled herself around just moments after the storm clouds dispersed. Subconsciously, he'd stored how adorable she was when she groaned and stomped the ground. Then, there was that smile. That sweet smile which suddenly caused his heart to skip a beat. Or was it those tempting lips that'd caused it? The thought of having them wrapped around his... Yes. His heart just leapt again, thus, it must be true. It was those lips. Didn't really matter if she was smiling or otherwise. He wanted to believe her when she said he wasn't being helpful, and that she didn't need him to baby-sit her. But from what he'd seen and heard here, he knew he couldn't just yet. It was probably her lack of both confidence and control over her powers and the little remark or request about Sean. From what Darren could gather, she's probably undergoing an emotional breakdown. Between his contemplation to find a solution to her... and his problem, Darren suddenly was faced with another dilemma that's both physically and mentally challenging. In spite of his attempt to maintain eye contact, his peripheral vision kept sending signals to his brain of something worth looking at. It wasn't until she reached for the hem of her shirt did his gaze followed suit, momentarily catching sight of those pointy peaks on her well endowed breasts. A tingling sensation then tickled his manhood. He'd to bite down on his teeth and clenched his fists to restrain himself from impulsively pawing at those mounds. Yet, his face betrayed naught despite the rush of lust that almost overwhelmed him. Quickly, he focused his thoughts elsewhere, controlling himself from bulging in his pants. Kungoja! Wait! he suddenly called out in her native tongue before he walked majestically towards the retreating curvaceous woman. Listen, Darren began, dismissing his own surprise as to how he'd come to know of her mother tongue must have been in his genes, he thought. I'm not happy with the idea of having to baby-sit you or anybody else, either! And I don't give a fuck to what answers or secrets you may or may not have! But let me tell you this, you're not the only one around here with an attitude! So you best think twice before throwing a tantrum in this Academy! Or you'll have to deal with me! Darren scowled, revealing the other side of him and showing a demeanor that's completely on the contrary to when he'd first approached her. Tch! he then grunted. At this point of time, to tell her that he'll be her mentor from this day onward just didn't quite seem relevant. The man didn't realized how his lips had curled inward, exposing the row of white teeth and the aggressive heaving of his chest and shoulders along with the now elongated claws. He was clearly pissed at the way the brat had dismissed him. Yet, despite of having reacted that way before her, Darren was still in control of himself. The man then left her side, returning towards the building, topless. He'd no intention to play nice any longer, not with the likes of her. At the top of his head right now, was to get to his room, take a shower and have some shuteye. He can think of the girl placed under his care some other day. Or so he had hoped. Inwardly, Darren cursed. Thanks a lot, Malcolm!