Slrsldrhaku
Moon
- Joined
- Mar 20, 2017
Why had she made that deal so many years ago? How could she be so foolish? The woman in her 40's paced her living room, waiting for her daughter to return home. Maybe the deal had been forgotten? It had been a week since her daughter, Rea Madison, had turned eighteen and so far, no demon. She had thought about telling her daughter of the deal, of the foolishness of a child so many years ago, but she didn't want to face the backlash of it. Then again, it would just be worse when he actually came for her.
"This is what you get for messing with elder demons and magic..." She grumbled to herself, looking out a large, glass window from the living room. The late evening sunhung low that summer afternoon, though the air outside was still quite hot. Her daughter should be home soon from her practice, but the prospect of that demon appearing made her dread when she would show up. Why did she do such an idiotic thing? Why did she mess with forces out of her control?
Once more, the thought of the demon having forgotten the deal came to mind, the woman finding some kind of hope in that as her daughter skated up the path to the house, stopping on the porch to take her skates off, the five foot tall young woman humming along to the music playing through the earbuds in her ears.
She was a sturdy young woman, thighs thick yet toned as the multicolored athletic shorts clung to her round, firm rear. A few bruises on pale, peach flesh visible between the fabric and the knee pads she wore. Multicolored socks rose to her knees as she sat sat her skates aside. Her figure had an hourglass shape to it, her stomach flat and her chest pressing against the fabric of the black tank top she wore as she began tearing off the wrist guards and elbow pads she wore. The sticker covered and scratched up helmet followed after, white hair falling to mid back, the sides shaven to remove some of the weight of the thick hair, her dark blue eyes looking to the sky before stuffing her gear into a bag.
"This is what you get for messing with elder demons and magic..." She grumbled to herself, looking out a large, glass window from the living room. The late evening sunhung low that summer afternoon, though the air outside was still quite hot. Her daughter should be home soon from her practice, but the prospect of that demon appearing made her dread when she would show up. Why did she do such an idiotic thing? Why did she mess with forces out of her control?
Once more, the thought of the demon having forgotten the deal came to mind, the woman finding some kind of hope in that as her daughter skated up the path to the house, stopping on the porch to take her skates off, the five foot tall young woman humming along to the music playing through the earbuds in her ears.
She was a sturdy young woman, thighs thick yet toned as the multicolored athletic shorts clung to her round, firm rear. A few bruises on pale, peach flesh visible between the fabric and the knee pads she wore. Multicolored socks rose to her knees as she sat sat her skates aside. Her figure had an hourglass shape to it, her stomach flat and her chest pressing against the fabric of the black tank top she wore as she began tearing off the wrist guards and elbow pads she wore. The sticker covered and scratched up helmet followed after, white hair falling to mid back, the sides shaven to remove some of the weight of the thick hair, her dark blue eyes looking to the sky before stuffing her gear into a bag.