[ CLOSED♥ ] NOVUS rpg
[AW] Lose the Suit & Jump In - Printable Version

+- [ CLOSED♥ ] NOVUS rpg (https://novus-rpg.net)
+-- Forum: Realms (https://novus-rpg.net/forumdisplay.php?fid=5)
+--- Forum: Ruris (https://novus-rpg.net/forumdisplay.php?fid=6)
+---- Forum: Archives (https://novus-rpg.net/forumdisplay.php?fid=96)
+---- Thread: [AW] Lose the Suit & Jump In (/showthread.php?tid=2579)



Lose the Suit & Jump In - Thranduil - 07-07-2018



This was foolish. It was childish and idiotic. Who simply goes crashing down a beach at full force? Apparently the golden.

The gold was unleashed, tearing down the beach. His horned head slightly tucked and legs clawing to find grip in the hard sand and sea. It splashed up water and sand in a crescendo, combined with his lungs clawing for air it served as a harmony to the crashing waves. He could feel every nerve, and burning muscle, all while letting his body work in its mechanical rising and falling of pace. And the sun- risen high above, it burned away every ache and stiffness in its heat. It was cathartic, letting the collected walks, careful steps, and hushed breathes of the past few days be torn away. It was a release. And it was addictive.

He hadn’t intended to do such, merely to walk the shore a distance before turning back to his ultimate goal of the night court. It had started as a simply jog down the beach, but each gain of speed was so satisfying he could not stop. He’d hidden in the shadows too long, wasted away in lands without the desire to spend time there, as he did here. Here, in Novus. He wasn’t a family man. Oh no, there was no dream of his to ‘settle’ and have a nice ‘steady’ job. No, the reason the electricity in him sparked and arched so high as to cause such an outburst was that here he could plan something bigger…something crazy. Here he could fully unleash.

He could... at least, until his lungs could no longer find air, and his heart burst through his chest. He at last slowed down, and to his slight disappointment realized it wasn’t near as far as he would have liked before he had had enough. Snorting it off and shaking his head to the care he slowed.

It may have been autumn, and the sea already cold, but to the gold now dark with sweat, it looked lovely. Turning course and slowing to a walk, the creature approached the sea. A nice dip in the ocean sounded a lovely way to end a fine run before returning inland. Well it did…until….One cloven hoof paws at the waves, splashing its freezing artically cold water on his underside. Harks pin back as his whole frame flinches with the cold. Well, he supposed, cold water was a small price to pay for a realm of treasure to steal and politics to meddle with. 


"talk talk talk"
OOC:: Open to any!

Thranduil
His words are clever and bright

Credits: Image by Schwartze @ DA



RE: Lose the Suit & Jump In - Euryale - 07-09-2018

">


the scarlet maiden, withdraws from her denoctean sanctuary. relinquishing comfort, for midnight thrill. an unwavering, even sinful elegance, as euryale descends the ivory maison; to receive the first kiss of daylight, amongst the rugged wilderness. one last look, and her chin falls across her shoulder. she gazes into her open, bedroom window; curtain sill, rattling mythic chains against their tormenting breeze. she has not lived here for long, yet denocte had proven to be so lavished; a plentiful dwelling, decorated by creatures of reknown. a far cry, from her clamour amongst gypsies & wolves. she is heathenish, her heart far too feral to ever be tamed; more pagan, than believer. yet one day, she'd pray. but not today, good lord.

among the trees; the sun's warmth, were a congenial embrace. brimming, hot. wrapping her flesh, in all its honeyed afterglow. how their lumen rays, sighed across racy curves. immersing, the entirety of her body in their svelte heat, both salivating & warm. for a moment, euryale glows beneath the autumn foliage. her silhouette, roaming between the stiff, birch trees; a blood angel, chased by the ghost of a halo. she inhales the crisp air, devouring sunlight with every exhale. how these walks through the desolate wild, helped clear her conscious; as though, by the simple act of moving forward - her heart & soul, were freed of all sin. when euryale finally stops, it's infront of a clearing. she hears the oceans' call. it tugs, violently, for her heart. like the pleas of drowned men; drawn forward, by a siren's wail.

euryale soaks in the fallen, neptunian paradise; how terminus sea, lurks with unrest. the murky, aqueous brine, lathering the shores' wet cavity. like the restless sigh of lovers'; all furor & passion. were wave upon wave, crashing past moist sand & orifice. their spray of chaos, pounding cerulean & foam white deluge. dribbling, into the cliffside with saline froth, and the crisp tang of aqualine waters. cool. raw, & wet with abandon. the oceans, were a ravaging beast. roaring. ravening. tumultuous. a violent, if not sultry serenade, accompanied by the rocking of driftwood; whistle of gulls & dead men tales'. it beckoned for the weary hearts. for the sunken ships & forgotten graves; sailors, lost at sea, swallowed whole by the black pearl of deep. it haunted the dreams of men; this beautiful song. strung below from the wettest core of hell. so, thus, their angel had emerged; if violence were called by name - euryale, obeyed.

a lavishing, crimson gown runs along the moist earth; wet, tattered curls, thrust about her physique in disorderly fashion. framing euryale's face & body, with their savage design; however loud, the oceans' roar - euryale, burns, brighter still. she is not empty in her conquest, as the gorgon slowly draws towards the gentlemen on the beach. she had watched him race against the sea, and felt inclined to know the alluring stranger by name. heavy & damp, were the fragrance lingering about his torso. sweat collects his brow; as did the ocean's spray, that dampened his muscles & moistened his sleek, golden body. "the ocean suits you," her silky voice, wraps against porcelain fang; reaching forward, to close the distance between them, by voice alone. her whisper, might have been mistaken for a seductive caress; were it not for those canines, that so revealed themselves - soft, smiling - across her bottom lip. "surely, the cold should not stop you now," playful words, her tongue flicks each syllable at him; a wicked tone, for all their sultry daring.


@Thranduil




RE: Lose the Suit & Jump In - Thranduil - 07-10-2018



He had been in his own realm, and lost to the wanderings of his own thoughts and body. The gold had forgotten he was along the shore, without shadow or cover, and close to the water’s edge where sirens play their hymns.

So it wasn’t until her soft whisper, barely a brush against his conscious, that he realizes he’s not alone.  He should have spun, or at least tossed his head up and ears back in bristling frustration at being snuck up on (a difficult feat). Yet he didn’t. He’s frozen staring at the water (self-amused smile having fallen away, though one hark is trained now on her), for a moment, locked by that voice. Its purr, and hum that shivers down the spine, unsettles the gold from where he was. He pulls from it all sorts of damning conclusions.  

It was only a moment though, a second of hesitation, before he moves. Earth eyes sweep to her, and crowned head rising to see what fae had slipped into his mind with such lullabies. When he lays eyes on her, the caution he’d found seems to meld away. A corner of his lip turns up, tasseled tail flicks to the other side and curls like a cat’s, and his earthen eyes spark with the gold within as they openly look over this new siren. Her careless beauty matches the voice, like a dress letting so carelessly slip off a shoulder or a travelling exiled queen slipping among the crowds. The sun above, sets her coat on a liquid fire, darker though, deep in the crimson of heat as it clung to her curves. Wrapped around such was her untamed mane, tossing in the faint breeze of the beach the same way as her voice. Calling. Pulling.  At the sight his mind, which had been whipped into a frenzy with his run, rolls out into a smothering quiet (his body answers differently, his blood pounding with adrenalin and endorphins, is set on edge all the more). She called and he was answering.

“I could say the same, Siren.” He matches her tones, though not quite as smooth, his breath still recovering from his run, and lets it roll in low and deep as the crashing waves allowed. The gold was an equal match for this venture, yet her allure, her calling, was to him also a challenge. Should he fail to stand against the test present in her voice and beauty, he’d be lost and weak in her whims (not a bad place perhaps, though that required far too much innocence and trust). The gold never cared to lose though, so as he returned her tones, he geared up to play a game.

It was easy, this, or what it promised to turn into at least. A passion that was baseless as it was hot. It meant nothing, and to call it game made it even more so. And he liked it that way. The gold could dance any tune as long as did not pull deeper inside of him, as long as it did not try to place a root within his soul. Try that and the reaction would not be the same.

Her voice brushes against him again, and is smile twists and head lowers to her height. Her fangs are just now noticed, but he does not flinch away. Warning lights and danger signs begin to illuminate (He was new to this world, unknowing, and without the safety which comes from power), but it seems to only guide him closer to the creature. “Hmm you might be right…”

Gold body moves, side stepping towards the water, his head turning straight once more. Cold washes up to above his knees, but he doesn’t note its freezing affects any longer. Instead his Spanish neck curled, tucking his head, and his tasseled tail sweeps back again. He then inhales deep, holding it, before turning just slightly to see her. “Ah- but I think I’ll yet need someone to help keep warm with.” She could slap him, kick him, rile him, or throw the whole book out at him if he had misjudged her leanings. (It had happened before.) He could be totally off course, but he didn’t think so. Now it was he calling, pulling, seeing how she’d answer. He felt he knew, and he dearly hoped he wasn’t wrong. The gold didn’t expect it to be that easy, but oh, what’s the harm. Either way, this certainly was better entertainment than listening to the shadows all day.


"talk talk talk"
OOC:: I LOVE your table. Also ello! I can't wait to see what happens, whether he classified her attention correctly or not , these two should be fun to thread!

Thranduil
His words are clever and bright

Credits: Image by Schwartze @ DA


@Euryale