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 Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2015 1:25 am
With an outstretched arm, she spread her fingers, tilting them towards the only source of light in the room; a red candle consisting of three wicks. Her black lips spread into a wide grin. Satisfied with her nails being polished the color of liquid garnet, she closed the little bottle and placed it in a small drawer. Standing in front of a full length mirror, Zeralynn observed her natural appearance while she was determining what parts of herself to transform. As she finally decided her shimmering white hair shortened from her waist to settle between her shoulder blades while gaining a chestnut hue. The three tiger like markings on each of her outer arms and thighs faded away as her moonlight colored skin turned a silky caramel. Her lips became a glossy coated candy apple red with just a dust of pink along her cheeks. Her azure blue eyes remained unchanged, outlined by lush feathered lashes.
From her wardrobe, she chose a simple red corset with a slightly ruffled front loosely imitating the pattern of a rose. She forwent any type of stocking beneath her dragonhide skirt which adorned her curves like a second skin. For a moment, she debated between a pair of red leather ankle boots or crimson silk tied stilettos. She opted for the stilettos tying the bow just below her knees. Almost as an afterthought, Zeralynn fastened a seamless black choker around her neck. Her pulse was noticeable against the pressure. Balanced on one foot, she dipped above the candle and blew out the flames. The moon was at its highest. It was a perfect night both here and in the mortal realm.
Whenever she entered into the mortal realm, she always cloaked herself in shadows, emerging as though the world was a stage built for only her to walk. Wherever she went, people’s eyes drifted and lingered. The only difference was whether or not they knew upon what they were gazing. Zeralynn continued without any sign of acknowledgment. Unlike most of her kind, she had a more focused approach on her ventures. There were a select few preferences she valued when searching for a potential playmate. In a city that never saw darkness, there was a plethora of mortals and mythic creatures alike.
Gaining entry into any one of the spaces where a mix of races and species could be found in close parameters was simple. A finger trailing down the cheek of the mortal guarding the door or an open invitation through the hidden entrances reserved for the most important patrons. Occasionally, she would pick up another creature waiting to enter and drop them off in the middle of a crowd just as quickly. In this particular location, there was a heavy presence of others like her. How interesting , she thought with a sly smile. Perhaps there was more to this night than just the status of the moon. Or perhaps there was just a general sense of boredom throughout the realms. Either way, it was of little importance to her. There was very little, if ever, a reason to question the actions of others. Zeralynn found a place at the bar and accepted an amber colored cocktail from the bartender.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 3:08 pm
With a groan, Serena Johnson rose from her bed, propping herself up on one elbow while she groped blearily for her phone, which was blaring a loud, annoying alarm. She clumsily swiped the screen, silencing the phone, and fell backward onto her pillows again. She sighed in contentment, her shoulder-length, tightly-braided crimson weave fanning out from her head as she stared up at the ceiling; her eyes, like tiny pools of fresh coffee, seemed to soak in the dim glow from the lamp on her bedside table, kept on almost constantly to ease Serena’s nagging and childish fear of the dark.
After a brief moment of relaxation (during which she contemplating going back to sleep,) Serena checked the time on her phone. She decided that two in the afternoon was probably late enough to sleep in, even if it was her day off from work. Groaning again from the Herculean effort required to lift herself up, Serena sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed. She hopped down to the floor and wiggled her toes in the plush rug she kept beside her bed for just such a purpose, steeling herself for the feel of cold tile on her bare feet. She stepped forward, making it to her bathroom in two long strides, the anticipated frigidness of the tile floor sending small shivers up her legs, raising goosebumps all along her sienna skin. With one easy movement, developed by months of muscle memory, she flicked on the lights to her bathroom, bathing the small space with soft, golden light.
Serena went through her usual ‘morning’ routine: brushing her teeth, washing her face, and showering, and, as usual, lingered in her shower until the hot water ran out and the warm spray abruptly changed to ice-cold needles against her skin. With a hiss, she briskly turned off the tap, hopping out of the shower and drying herself off before wrapping the towel around her body. She stepped out of the bathroom and hopped back into her bed, grabbing her phone and beginning her usual check of her websites: social networks, current events, and a couple of webcomics. Caught up with what had happened while she slept, Serena dropped her towel to the floor and turned to her closet, throwing open the double doors and starting to plan out what she was going to wear when she went out in a few hours.
After several minutes of pursed lips and wandering eyes, Serena nodded in satisfaction, pulling out numerous articles of clothing and laying them out on her bed. She stepped back and looked at them together, double-checking her choices to make sure she hadn’t had a brief spell of fashion idiocy. Deciding that she had, in fact, chosen an outfit that was, at worst, cute, and, at best, smoking hot, she began getting dressed. Turning to the small dresser in her closet, she pulled out a matching set of underwear, both made of a lacy, midnight purple fabric. With practiced ease, she threw on the garments before turning back to the rest of her clothes.
In a matter of a few short minutes, she was dressed in a tight-fitting pair of thoroughly distressed low-cut jeans, worn through in numerous places to reveal the black fishnets she wore underneath, along with a black tee emblazoned with a large golden s-shaped lightning bolt, altered slightly to reveal one of her shoulders. On her feet, she wore a pair of laced knee-high boots, the dull sheen of the well-polished leather showing how well she cared for the footwear. Thus attired, Serena returned into her bathroom once again, and began applying her makeup for the evening. She didn’t often use much, and today was no exception, keeping things simple with black winged eyeliner and deep-red lipstick.
Smiling at her reflection, Serena flipped out the lights and leisurely walked out of her apartment. As usual, she made her way across town, greeting at the few people she recognized and spouting venomous retorts to anyone and everyone who tried to get her attention in a less than polite fashion. Before long, thanks to the subway, Serena was inside her favorite club, squeezing through the throngs of patrons, moving to the beat of the music and hoping to find enough space to dance.
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2015 12:16 am
Zeralynn leaned against the bar thrumming her nails against the wood in beat with the bass drums. She sipped her drink, watching humans and supernatural creatures alike enter through the door and vanish within the sea of dancers only to reappear at the bar a minute later. Few of them ever approached her. Every so often she would see a couple dodge into the bathrooms. Some even tried to be discreet about it, looking over their shoulder to make sure no one was specifically looking their way. Zeralynn could feel the energy radiating from behind lush curtains where succubi and incubi enjoyed a private dance or two.
When she put her empty glass on the bar, there was already another waiting. As she brought the drink to her lips, a wild tinge of energy raised the hair on her neck. Rather than leave the bar, she sat a little higher. Once the crowd parted, she immediately spotted the source: a young girl wearing a punk rock outfit and blood red lips. The lightning bolt on her shirt was a fitting touch. Her energies were fierce and untamed. Instead of getting lost in the rhythm of the music, the girl controlled and transformed it into her own. “Hm.” Zeralynn raised a brow as she watched the girl navigate the club floor. She wondered if the girl was looking for someone or if she had come alone.
Zeralynn twirled one finger and turned to face the bartender. “Cointreau. Neat.” From the corner of her eye, she watched the girl find a space to dance as the bartender poured the drink to a perfect amount. Zeralynn slipped the bartender a fifty as she finished her own drink. Aside from the occasional dance partner, the girl didn’t seem to be with anyone. It wouldn’t have mattered to her anyway. Slipping from the bar stool, she picked up the rounded glass and swirled the liqueur. She took deliberate slow steps, careful to keep the glass level.
There was a magnet effect of sorts as she walked through the crowd. People were drawn to her at the same they were repelled. A constant push and pull until Zeralynn was no longer their center of gravity. She smiled seductively toward a fellow succubus who blew her a kiss in return. The closer she got to the girl, the more her skin felt electric. She pushed a stray hair away from her eyes, her lips melting into her trademark smile.
Her heel landed perfectly between the girl’s boots as they each moved in time with the music. Zeralynn offered the girl the liqueur with one hand while her other settled on the girl’s hip. Subconsciously, the other club goers moved a few steps away leaving a private circle amidst the dance floor. “And what do I get the pleasure to call you besides gorgeous?” Zeralynn asked, circling around the girl as she stepped to the music. Being a creature of the non-mortal variety, she didn’t have to yell for her voice to carry. Nor did she have to strain to hear.
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