Thread: Krimson's Writing Samples (Status in first post)

RE Krimson's Space 1252015 Sin for the Sinless with Sinister Lullaby The Wolves wasn't a terribly big gang, nor was it a terribly small gang. It was local, territorial, quaint in a 80's Chicago sort of way. Minus the fedoras, of course. How it started, no one knew, but history was hardly the strong suit of street thugs. No one cared either. On the streets, force was law, and force made right. In Veronica Snchez's humble opinion, the Wolves wasn't much more than a bunch of young thugs with guns. They thought themselves wolves, feral, masculine, powerful. But really, the boys deceive themselves. They were nothing but dogs. Frothing at the mouth, swaggering and boastful, so blissfully unaware of the chain around their necks, a chain held by Veronica's father. Now that man...for all his glaring flaws, was a wolf. Ruthless, ambitious, so single-minded and dogged in his endeavors that others cannot help but follow, but admire. He wasn't a terribly big man, nor terribly tall. Average was perhaps the best word for him. And, now well in his fifties, balding as well. In spite of his rather unassuming look, Sebastian Andres Snchez was a born leader. It was his air, his charisma, that regaled and subdued in the same instant. Sebastian was a terrible father, all things considered, but he was a good gang leader. That said, Veronica can't really complain about her life. Well, she could, after all, being born into a world of violence and drugs was hardly every little girl's dream. But it suited her, the darkness that is. She was many things, but she was not naive. The world was an ugly place, like a motherfucker that got haymakered right in the jaw. But she learned to appreciate it, to find beauty in its darkened crevices. What other little girls would have been horrified by, she found empowerment, freedom, and she excelled. But that was a story for another time. Tonight, like many other nights, she was content drowning herself in the luxuries of the modern cosmopolitan lifestyle. Not alone, of course. Some would call her vain for admitting so, but really, anyone with a pair of eyes could see that this Colombian gang-princess was practically sex on heels. She wasn't just beautiful with her 5'7'' statute and model-esque build. She was sublime . Her dark brown waves framed a strong jaw and oh-so-kissable lips. Skin too perfectly bronzed to be the result of fake tanning. Ochre eyes, the centerpiece of this masterwork, beckoned with a flirtatious light. But if one peered hard enough into those smoldering orbs, there was a certain savagery there, a certain untamed spirit that did not belong in such an otherwise so enticing woman. And what a woman she was. There was nothing girlish about her mannerisms, nor the way she dressed, save only for her youth. Everything from the arch of shapely brows to the little black dress that hugged her like a second skin oozed raw sexuality, screamed sex appeal, dared the onlooker to bend her over and...but of course, many have tried, all have failed. Those who knew Veronica knew this also - you don't choose to bed her, she chooses you. Her friends were quite the lookers too. Martin, tall, dark, handsome, and mysterious to boot. The tight gray blazer and V-neck muscle shirt left little of his chiseled body to the imagination. Armed with nothing but his pearly whites, it was not as if this stud needed any other weapon to cream panties and pants alike. Next to Veronica, Angelica looked like a sweetheart. The pink cocktail dress sold the image too, so did the coy smile. But that playful glint in her sapphire eyes told a different tale, so did that finger twirling a strand of curly red locks. It doesn't matter where they went, they cut quite the picture and turned heads. Nor did they stay in one place for long - the game of cat and mouse become tiring quickly when the mouses are meek and bland. They were wolves, predators, on the hunt for the latest thrill. And that was what brought them to the Gold Wing today, smelling like a mixture of expensive fragrance and alcohol. But before she could even make it into the door, the club greeted her face-first in the form of a panicked young lady, charging out of the door and straight into Veronica. She stumbled a step, eyes widening in surprise, but quickly composed herself, brow arcing in surprise and voice laced with amusement when she spoke. My...not bashful are you, my dear. I don't even know your name yet. She didn't move to push the girl away, letting her breath linger, practically purring the words next to Jai's ear. Oh, Vera, leave the poor girl be, she looks rather startled. A smooth lilt, Angelica playfully swatting her friend on the shoulders. Veronica chuckled in good humor, before she helped Jai upright herself. A surprisingly cute blond, she noted with another tilt of brow, before smiling with a mixture of friendliness and allure. I'm Veronica, and my friends and I were going to grab a drink before our chance encounter, feel free to join us if you like. I for one are more than interested in what's got you so flustered. Martin joined in with a sympathetic smile. You ok? He inquired, before gesturing back at the door. Maybe we can help.