Thread: Vampire Corpse Haven IV ~Bunny and Ducky~

Warmth washed through her senses at the touch of his hand upon her bare legs. She gave a small shiver in his embrace, watching him slowly lean back from her. Perfectly content in her place she smiled at him, her hazel eyes taking on the familiar sparkle. Licking the rest of the chocolate from her strawberry she ponder his question, ideas racing through her head. Casually she leaned back into his chest, curling like a kitten into his lap. If only he would have let her sleep this way, she very much enjoyed his company as impassive as it was. Cheek pressed against his bare chest she smiled against his skin, lifting her hand she offered her moist strawberry to him casually as she began to talk. I'm not quite sure what there is to see in Paris! she paused again, tapping a finger thoughtfully against his collarbone. I just love the glow. It's so pretty here, a different environment from where you found me. He hadn't so much as found her, but come across her and in all likely hood ACCIDENTALLY saved her life. Though, the girl didn't mind much, she had followed him ever since that day in the dark cabin of the Americas. Her finger paused as her mind went off track, I'd like to see fountains! she exclaimed. I once saw a postcard with a woman in front of fountains, a male kneeling before her with a small box in his hand. Nodding against his throat she twittered on, It was so romantic. Suddenly her self conversation change directions, Or we could check out down town. I've read some of those steamy books the humans write. They always start off down town in Paris. The girl really had no culture... She let out a small gasp at a thought, What about the clubs? Would you dance? Evey giggled a bit at the thought, already guessing he would scuff at dancing. As if to tempt him she wiggled her hips against him a bit, I think it would be delightful.. we could walk there past fountains and look at the pretty city and then we could dance until it was dawn. She really was too idealistic... She raised her head looking at him with such a delighted face it would have made a killer swoon. Would he disappoint her and tell her no? Artemis laughed heartily, her husky voice floating over the darkness. Her back against a tree she rested in fallen leaves, her shoulders squaring at the pathetic sight before her. A man was crumpled to the wet ground a groan escaping a parched throat. He seemed well built, but something about the way his cheeks hallowed, the tautness of his skin over his ribs, suggested malnourishment. Quiet, Mutt! she seethed lurching forward a bit in a sudden homicidal rage. Everything was taken from her! Now her dog was faltering with his tracking. I shouldn't have paid for you. Her voice was soft as she tilted her head, picking some foliage off her garments. I should, however, rip you from limb to limb. The senses you were bred for aren't above mine. she said haughtily, You're worthless... A grunt was the only response from the bent figure. Artemis had traveled from the America's into Paris, using her hound to track her sister, Iset. She growled, Crab she said to the breeze. The woman have traveled all over the world and Artemis had to pay for a companion to help in her tracking. But, it appeared as if Mutt was more of a burden. Much like a pet however, he was her burden to bare for as long as she chose to keep him alive. His life was her's. Blond hair was pulled into a high ponytail. Long ago she had left behind her cumbersome armor. Finding it not only too broad but it brought a lot of unwanted attention and made hunting difficult. As her sister lingered in the Americas so did Artemis. Time seemed to lapse and she began adjusting, even picking new garments. A large flowing red trench coat made of wool and silk covered her large form. Busty and rounded, her femininity was definitely more noticeable in her new attire. Gather your strength, Dog. she instructed cruelly before rising, brushing dirt from her heavy leather boots. Turning her head towards the sky she stared at the moon. Her sister was most likely within some gathering of flesh, rubbing together- she snorted. Foolish woman, I'll have my revenge. Artemis' mind seemed to have deteriorated over the years, bent on revenge..