Darkness [Closed]
Dec 11, 2011 20:17:59 GMT -8
Post by Trigga on Dec 11, 2011 20:17:59 GMT -8
(“The Doktor has to be blind… She’s not as beautiful as he said she was.”) Idle thoughts abundantly flooding the woman’s mind, Zuzu couldn’t help but to mentally grumble beneath her radar of consciousness. Before her, a woman whose beauty was suppose to be unparalleled, was seemingly outmatched with the very woman she was expected to do combat within in the near future. She was eye-catching, it couldn’t be ignored, and if the dark-haired woman swung that way, maybe a midnight escapade between her moons would be doable. Nonetheless, and unfortunately for Blanche, more beautiful woman had been seen over the years, and one stood directly in front of her.
From her long blonde locks, to the luscious appeal of her crystal blue eyes, and their insidious clarity, she was a doll—and nothing more. An antique amongst most, she seemed too perfect, and the mannerism in which she carried herself said it all. She didn’t have to speak, her posture, her appearance, and the way she held her carriage spoke stridently. Zuzu, a woman of similar values and features knew a manipulator when she saw one—after all, it took one to know one, and she was by no means shying away from such an illustrious title. Needless to say, allowing her entry into the Doktor’s lair without first being properly tested was out of the quest. No matter how she batted her lashes, or swayed her hair, or even publicized her cleavage, these tricks of camouflage and exploitation had been done twice over.; her opposition was no full, and no lesbian.
“It’s simple.” She commenced commentary, gently lifting off the grand rock structure to her rear, standing a meter off from its solid lateral bed, facing the blonde brilliance to her north. Arms folded just beneath her voluptuous bosom, lightly tanned skin almost disappearing beneath the scarlet garment that loosely concealed all she had to offer atop. “I’m here to guide you to the Doktor…. At the outlay of passing a test, however.” Unknown to eyes without the lucidity to perceive chakra, Zuzu’s own dormant essence begin to spiral within her very core—namely her right arm1. Battle was to ensue, and as she took to a more serious carriage, it was now palpable—her intentions, a least. The Bitch better prepare herself, for if she even slipped once, her head would be cleanly cut from her pretty shoulders.
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