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Cluster
- Joined
- Jan 20, 2011
- Location
- in the realm of lust and seduction
It was a calm Monday morning, the birds where chirping in the trees and the cool wind blew through the warm summer air, bringing with it the scent of flowers and freshly cut grass. The sky was a perfect blue with soft fluffy clouds and for most people the day was just perfect, but for Mizuki it was only a day for annoyances, large annoyances, such as the reason why she was headed to some sleazeballs house for a picture shoot when she could be at home strangling Johnathon, her boyfriend. She'd always known that John had a gambling problem, but to end up a thousand dollars in debt with his best friend? That was just going too far, and worse Johnathon had offered HER up as payment! She knew she was pretty but she's just about beat his head in when she found out. At least it was only taking pictures and not fucking or something equally as demeaning, even if she had to sign a contract, she hadn't even bothered reading the slip of paper, she'd been too focused on signing it so she could kick John's ass. No one fucked with a werewolf, not willingly anyway, and certainly never one with a temper as virile as Mizuki's was.
Mizuki herself was much prettier than she herself believed. She was a 'manly' sort of woman, tough and rough and viewed the idea of being pretty, almost as an insult. She had soft golden skin that gleamed in the light and glowed gorgeously. She had a soft, angled face, foreign in nature but not completely, her mother was Japanese, her father American, thus her name and gorgeous looks. She had large baby blue eyes and hair as black as ink that fell to her shapely hips in long sheets of perfection, though she usually kept it back in a ponytail today she left it down as her boyfriend had suggested. She wasn't tall, maybe 5'8 but her body was that perfect hourglass figure that men died just to get a glance at, well muscled, but not overly so she was almost gorgeous, if she'd only wear something other than baggy T-shirts and loose jeans. She had no doubt that this pervert she was supposed to meat was going to make her wear... she shuddered to think of it, but she knew it... he was going to make her wear dresses, bathing suits... maybe even RIBBONS!!! the horrors she was about to face for her scumbag of a boyfriend almost made her turn around and leave John to his fate. But, she couldn't, she was too loyal for that and he was a part of her Pack, lesser male or not.
So she headed up the street, ignoring everyone and anyone who tried to talk to her, stop her, or distract her, a pair of glasses perched on her nose, the lenses glinting in the light, a row of earrings running up both ear and a nose ring, coupled with her incredibly sour attitude daunted most who might want to try and get in her way. She strutted up tot he door, rang the doorbell twice, and then let herself in. she didn't care if he was home or not, he was expecting her, even if she was thirty minutes late. She'd taken the time to give Johnathon another ass kicking before leaving and it had lasted longer than she'd expected, she didn't care, seeing Johnathon's ass bright red was worth any scolding she might get for being late. “Hello? Anyone home!” she asked, looking around the studio with a raised eyebrow, she'd never been, or even seen such a thing before, and despite her fury and reluctance, she was curious.
Mizuki herself was much prettier than she herself believed. She was a 'manly' sort of woman, tough and rough and viewed the idea of being pretty, almost as an insult. She had soft golden skin that gleamed in the light and glowed gorgeously. She had a soft, angled face, foreign in nature but not completely, her mother was Japanese, her father American, thus her name and gorgeous looks. She had large baby blue eyes and hair as black as ink that fell to her shapely hips in long sheets of perfection, though she usually kept it back in a ponytail today she left it down as her boyfriend had suggested. She wasn't tall, maybe 5'8 but her body was that perfect hourglass figure that men died just to get a glance at, well muscled, but not overly so she was almost gorgeous, if she'd only wear something other than baggy T-shirts and loose jeans. She had no doubt that this pervert she was supposed to meat was going to make her wear... she shuddered to think of it, but she knew it... he was going to make her wear dresses, bathing suits... maybe even RIBBONS!!! the horrors she was about to face for her scumbag of a boyfriend almost made her turn around and leave John to his fate. But, she couldn't, she was too loyal for that and he was a part of her Pack, lesser male or not.
So she headed up the street, ignoring everyone and anyone who tried to talk to her, stop her, or distract her, a pair of glasses perched on her nose, the lenses glinting in the light, a row of earrings running up both ear and a nose ring, coupled with her incredibly sour attitude daunted most who might want to try and get in her way. She strutted up tot he door, rang the doorbell twice, and then let herself in. she didn't care if he was home or not, he was expecting her, even if she was thirty minutes late. She'd taken the time to give Johnathon another ass kicking before leaving and it had lasted longer than she'd expected, she didn't care, seeing Johnathon's ass bright red was worth any scolding she might get for being late. “Hello? Anyone home!” she asked, looking around the studio with a raised eyebrow, she'd never been, or even seen such a thing before, and despite her fury and reluctance, she was curious.