Kumiho | Alyxia Benoite Yun (vexevix) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-03-04 22:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | kumiho, ray marshall |
She's On The Prowl.
Who: Kumiho [vexevix] and Ray Marshall [fortyeight]
What: She's hungry, and he's on the menu. All she needs now is to get him alone.
When: Friday night, March fifth.
Where: Some low-key bar.
Warnings: Attempted rape Sexual themes, language, possibly violence.
There was nothing that quite compared to the thrill of the hunt.
No matter what form she took, Kumiho was still a ruthless animal. She'd traded her fur for sleek black hair and her claws for polished red fingernails, but her eyes still had the suspicious gleam of a predator, and her fangs--though smaller--were still poised to sink into whatever vulnerable throat drew near enough for her to bite. A fox was a fox was a fox, no matter which way you spun it; some were just better at hiding.
Black platform boots clonked through a streetlight's wash as she neared her destination, her stomach agrowl and in need of nourishment. Kumiho was all ratted fishnets and messy hair tied up high into a spiky bun. She was danger without elegance, tonight, wearing a steel-boned leather corset and a glaring, ruby red skirt that climbed higher up her thighs with each jaunty step she took, lips a poisonous crimson, eyes darkened excessively with a heavy line of kohl. A walking stereotype--easily recognizable, attractive and noticeable, but not too much so. Not quite a slut, but definitely identifiable as a bad girl. It was perfect for her cause.
Flash a smile at the doorman, that's a girl. She came here often enough to be recognized, so her identification remained tucked in a small pocket of her skirt as she walked into the dark, smokey trashpit of a den, and cast dark eyes around to survey her hunting grounds.