Thread: The Archaeologist, The Succubus, and The Gun  (LeftShield x Umbrale)

The silence of the museum rang out, as palpable as the very air that suffused the place. An air of mystery. An air of Listerinegotta keep them cases clean. An air, of history. Click. It rang through that air echoed down the halls like a magnanimous omen. Click. ... Click. Click. ... Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Six chambers, six redundant rebounds. The bullets were supposed to work. They were never harmed in fact, an airtight case was prepared for them, in the case of extreme heat, or critical external stimuli. Yet... the universe had different plans for Ty. Really? Using a gun from a decades-old mobster, to off yourself with? That's like adding to his kill-count, when he's a member of a kill-count. A mocking, yet sweet, voice echoed through the building yet came from the object placed against his head. Great. Not only did the gun not go off he was becoming schizophrenic. Gee, shit, could his life get any worse? After but a moment, a thick, purple mist began to spew from the gun drifting across the room, whether he let go of it or not. It stopped a few feet from him, and began to condense building from the ground-up, into a generally human shape. Slowly, that shape took on a solid form, and detail came along with it. Now, for most men, it would have been a wonder to behold, and a raging erection to follow. For a suicidal archeologist... well, he was a nerd too, right? For, from the mist, formed a woman of the grandest caliber. She stood just under his height, at roughly 5'9, yet took up the whole room with her stature. Starting from the top, you were confronted with two, curving, devilish horns, that poked up from hair of a rich, deep crimson yet, one of the two, had cracked-off, halfway up, with the remainder nowhere to be seen.. Fair, white-hued complexion stood in stark contrast to that waterfall of blood that reached her lower back. And amidst that, eyes of an uncanny trance-imposing presence peered out. Heterochromatic one was of a crystalline, azure blue, and the other, a hue of red that matched the blood of her head. Continuing down the body, you had a voluptuous chest. Curvy, fit, and perky, she supported a modest, C-Cup busom in... nothing. Rather, there was a dark purple tattoo that curved along the side a simple, curving line of a stroke akin to a paint brush, barely an inch in width. They met over the top, like a heart, in her cleavage as well as beneath it, at the bottom of her breasts, where they arched across her taut stomach. While the perky, pink nipples could catch the eye if one followed the tatttoo, they'd be met with an hourglass shape. Baby-making hips rounded out the figureonce again, the stroke of a tattoo following along her sides, as well as along her arms, where it culminated in the pulse-points on a wrist, and would even slip backwards, to match an ass quite akin to the shape of a heart. Every man's dream, that ass was and the tattoo again culminated there, at a point just above the enticing proportion. From that point, an imp-like tail had extended, swishing about in a slow fashion. Moving back to the front,that tattoo had extended down to her ankles while just above, only the darkness of the room hid a womanhood of such tight variety, that any man would be blessed to experience it... in her humble opinion, at least. At first, the woman blinked a bit, as if adjusting to the light, before stretching slowly, like a cat that had just awakened. Eventually, she straightened, and peered down at herself, before looking to him, a wide smirk playing on her lips. This is what you humans think succubi look like, now, right? She paused, and pouted for a moment, before starting to approach him not stopping until she had him up against the shelf peering up at him. But, I don't really suppose that matters. So. , she paused, and tilted her head, before splitting a smirk at him once again. ... Who the fuck are you, and why did you try and use my gun? Deep within those multi-hued eyes, glimmered something dark and dangerous. Ty wasn't dealing with something natural. He was the prey, on a league several times lower than that of the predator.