ѕαιитѕ & мσиѕтєяѕ (namah) wrote in cirque_rp, |
The succubus had expected the Djinn to be able to see through the darkness it wrapped itself in. But the grip of his hand on its neck, wrenching it onto the solid plane, had caused Namaah to give an unearthly shriek of excited fright. Namaah had come into existence in its natural state, its polluted and ashy aura ricochetted off the wall, much like its inky body, that Kennet had trusted it up against.It had given a pleasured gasp at the tight grip about its throat while its small, taloned hands slid up the Djinn's forearm to cradle the hold there. All demonic jewelry on the hands and clinking embued bangles... Molten, rolling amber eyes... A genderless body and skin, an inky night, with moving pinpoints of light with bat wings flexed against the wall...
Namaah hummed at the Ringmaster's words, a little chuckle following its way. A shuddering hiss of pleasure, "Hello, in there, Djinn..." It smiled, hands sensually sliding back down his forearm while a perfect row of pointed teeth worried at its full bottom lip. "Let me play with the cracks," it hissed. "I should find who cracked you open and give them a little treat."