Serpants Strike, a Venomus Passion
Description
Hidden in the alleys of the night lays a world much darker then your own. If I reach my hand out will you grab it or will you pull away afraid. My heart though immortal still beats the same, a slow rhythm that speeds with flushed cheeks and moist lips. Is it you that have fallen for my seductive charms or is it I that shall fall victim to fate.
“TAKE MY HAND.” he whispers faintly, his hot breath caught on the small hairs at the nape of her neck as his fangs brush ever so lightly against her flesh… “I DARE YOU”
Foreword
His eyes shut as he grips hard at the dampend bark. The nights wind, a haunting howl, threatens his sanity as the thirst sets in. How many years has it been now? His mind desperately searching for a begining, yet all that his mind recalls was his end. A faint hiss escapes his lips as the thirst wins and he dives down from the large evergreen. A dead fall of 150 ft yet his heart calm and his face unfazed. He enjoyes the weightlessness as he decends down upon his prey. A unsuspecting meal provided by the gods that damned him. A Slight curl at the end of his lips as his canines elongate ready for his snake like strike. In mere seconds the gutteral scream of a helpless doe is heard before the cracking of bones and then.....silence.
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