Brynhild Ingouf (brynhild_ingouf) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2020-01-08 04:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, brynhild, john constantine |
Who: Bryn
Where: Random street, random alley, in London
What: Being a menacing vampire *hiss*
When: Nighttime
Rating: Mentions of naughty goings on is possible
Open: Yes
Status: On going
A gutteral hiss forced its way out of her clenched teeth. Her hand underneath the chin of a man that was easily twice her size. An arm held across his shoulders, to be sure she didn't choke him as she held him off his feet. Most people walked by, mostly because of what she was doing. Throwing a glamour that size, at her age, was nothing. It kept questions from being asked. The only people that were safe were those from the station. But even then, she might have frightened someone if they didn't know what she was. Her fangs were bared, the sclera of her eyes red, as they bore into the man's she held onto. And while that might be the first thing anyone noticed, the reason came second. A bracelet and the necklace John had given her hung from the man's clenched fist. And she hissed quiet words. "The next time you think about stealing from someone you will feel a pain, like your cock is being ripped from your body. It will be the most intense pain you've ever felt in your entire life." And if one could get beyond the fearsome sight she made, it was clear by her attire that Bryn had been 'fishing'. The dress practictally made from lace and tassles. A lot of skin was exposed in the places where it didn't cling. The red and black shoes added to her Viking worthy height, making her close to six feet tall, if not over it. Her red hair cascaded down her back, in soft curls. She might have been mistaken for a classy whore if one was so bold to suggest it. |