FoxWriter
Cluster
- Joined
- Jan 20, 2011
- Location
- in the realm of lust and seduction
It was a calm cool summer day, an utterly perfect day for the young boy walking down the street, licking an ice-cream cone that a nice old man had given him from a cold box on wheels. the boy looked human, but anyone looking at him could only think of how unearthly beautiful he was, and so young too, too young to be wandering the city streets all alone. the boy looked to be about thirteen or fourteen, though he had such a pale and elegant body that even the most saintly of men couldn't help but think of tainting that pale white flesh, and putting that tongue to better use. The young boy was innocently unaware of the lust he was causing within the humans as his tongue lapped up the cool white cream, and licked smudges of it off his pale, but full lips.
His name, was Tamris, and he was an angel. Of course, he wasn't supposed to be on earth, he was much too young, most angels where not allowed to travel from heaven until they where at least a hundred years old, and well prepared to face the sins of man. But Tamris had always been far too curious for his own good, he had always wanted to know things, see it for himself. So he had snuck out of heaven while no one was looking and made his way to earth, binding a 'spell' around himself to hide his wings, but he hadn't thought to hide anything else. Inexperienced and innocent, he was unaware hat something might attack him, though he had heard of Demons, he thought of them as terror stories to make the littler angels behave.
So he continued to walk, smiling as he tasted his first ice-cream cone, and experienced his first walk in the park, and experienced the first touch of wind in his face and grass under his bare feet, a dangerous thing in the city to have bare feet. But he knew nothing of pain or danger, and simply wandered curiously down a darkened alley, his head tilted as he examined the graffiti on the walls. “pretty.” he murmured touching the colors in the strange patterns and marks, making him grin as he followed the trails of dark paint, long abandoned in favor of more seen areas. Tamris was wandering into Areas that he should not have been in.
His name, was Tamris, and he was an angel. Of course, he wasn't supposed to be on earth, he was much too young, most angels where not allowed to travel from heaven until they where at least a hundred years old, and well prepared to face the sins of man. But Tamris had always been far too curious for his own good, he had always wanted to know things, see it for himself. So he had snuck out of heaven while no one was looking and made his way to earth, binding a 'spell' around himself to hide his wings, but he hadn't thought to hide anything else. Inexperienced and innocent, he was unaware hat something might attack him, though he had heard of Demons, he thought of them as terror stories to make the littler angels behave.
So he continued to walk, smiling as he tasted his first ice-cream cone, and experienced his first walk in the park, and experienced the first touch of wind in his face and grass under his bare feet, a dangerous thing in the city to have bare feet. But he knew nothing of pain or danger, and simply wandered curiously down a darkened alley, his head tilted as he examined the graffiti on the walls. “pretty.” he murmured touching the colors in the strange patterns and marks, making him grin as he followed the trails of dark paint, long abandoned in favor of more seen areas. Tamris was wandering into Areas that he should not have been in.