Plot: A Dominant vampire finds his well ordered life turned upside down when he discovers he is mated to a young, enigmatic werewolf. He'd spent the entirety of his long life dreaming about his perfect, submissive woman, gaining much experience along the way, only to discover that his mate is belligerent, standoffish, opinionated, and very much a primal. Is there a submissive side to her, can he unlock it, or will he have to accept her fighting nature? Think passionate. Think dark. PM me if you're interested in playing!
Roxane Leroux
Age: 25
Height: 5'5
Weight: 132
Description: Hair is chin length in the front, short and spiked in the back, medium brown, wavy, the front dyed light blue. Eyes are bright blue, big in her face. She has pale skin, with a light sprinkling of freckles across an upturned nose, giving her a mischievous look. Strong, but in a lean way, with enough curve to make her look feminine and occasionally, misleadingly, delicate.
It was a beautiful autumn evening in a bustling, nameless city. All around, one could hear people yelling and buzzing on their cell phones, cars honking and tires screeching. If you listened close enough, you could hear the light strum of music from a bench on the corner, where our heroine sat, eyes closed, head tilted back, fingers stroking the strings of the guitar cradled in her lap. Her hair was mostly covered by a grey beanie, only a few strands of blue free to curl around her face. She was clothed in a tight black and grey sweater dress, with purple leggings to protect her legs from the rough bench and cool wind. The last rays of sun caressed her face before it disappeared until morning, leaving the world in a strange twilight. It grew darker, the people grew rougher in appearance, but the woman never moved, always lightly strumming the same tuneless notes. The full moon would rise in less than a week, and so she wanted to enjoy a few more peaceful evenings before the chaos returned. Not that she didn't enjoy the chaos, she simply found joy in every aspect of her existence.
(I do apologize about the shortness of the introduction and the sloppiness of the post. This is my first time posting on this forum, and I'm still getting used to it. Posts are usually two paragraphs, but I tend to give what I get.)
Roxane Leroux
Age: 25
Height: 5'5
Weight: 132
Description: Hair is chin length in the front, short and spiked in the back, medium brown, wavy, the front dyed light blue. Eyes are bright blue, big in her face. She has pale skin, with a light sprinkling of freckles across an upturned nose, giving her a mischievous look. Strong, but in a lean way, with enough curve to make her look feminine and occasionally, misleadingly, delicate.
It was a beautiful autumn evening in a bustling, nameless city. All around, one could hear people yelling and buzzing on their cell phones, cars honking and tires screeching. If you listened close enough, you could hear the light strum of music from a bench on the corner, where our heroine sat, eyes closed, head tilted back, fingers stroking the strings of the guitar cradled in her lap. Her hair was mostly covered by a grey beanie, only a few strands of blue free to curl around her face. She was clothed in a tight black and grey sweater dress, with purple leggings to protect her legs from the rough bench and cool wind. The last rays of sun caressed her face before it disappeared until morning, leaving the world in a strange twilight. It grew darker, the people grew rougher in appearance, but the woman never moved, always lightly strumming the same tuneless notes. The full moon would rise in less than a week, and so she wanted to enjoy a few more peaceful evenings before the chaos returned. Not that she didn't enjoy the chaos, she simply found joy in every aspect of her existence.
(I do apologize about the shortness of the introduction and the sloppiness of the post. This is my first time posting on this forum, and I'm still getting used to it. Posts are usually two paragraphs, but I tend to give what I get.)
