The moon beams cast an eerie glow across her angelic features, capturing her alabaster flesh in its grasp, it tickled her face and made it illuminate in the night. She stood in the garden, a rather small and quiet creature, perched amongst the lillies that overlooked the pond. Dressed as her Master would have liked in a black miniskirt that kissed the tops of her narrow thighs, a black top with sleeves so long they covered her palms and a length so short it bore her midsection, worn over this was a plain white cotton shirt, buttoned tightly over her chest it too exposed her tonged abdomen to wandering eyes. A simple pair of over the knee tights gave a school girl charm to her attire and knee high leather boots, laced over her long shapely legs gave her the distinct gothic appearance.
She wore much silver in the forms of rings with semi-precious stones embedded within them, and bracelets which clinked and jingled as she moved otherwise silently through the luscious grass. A pendant hung about her neck, tapping against her chest as she stood straight after smelling the flowers, slipped onto a silver chain it hung from a small ring in the shape of a simple tear drop, forged of garnet with a silver encasement it was a truly unique piece of jewellry, one she treasured dearly. Usually Coma wouldn't have dared wear her necklace so freely, but in this place, unlike the dungeon she had been aquainted too in her earlier years of slavery, she sensed there was security in this place and felt it safe to wear it proudly.
Her long arctic locks glowed where they rested against her cheek, casting shadows upon her storm cloud gray eyes. She tilted her head to one side and breathed a heavy sigh before she parted her lips in a yawn, though she raised the back of her hand to her mouth, she could not hide the extended canines which pointed almost devilishly so - her pearl white fangs, those which defined her.
Though the girl didn't look a vampire, more a sprite as she walked so simply and innocently about, surveying the pond and its magical surface, the fish which sawm in its depths. She simply didn't possess the sultry sway which defined a vampiress, Coma seemed far too dainty for that.
She thumbed a black leather collar which hung itself heavily about her delicate neck, a large silver ring tapped against her collar bone and she captured her index finger about it, bent it around and tugged upon the collar, sending a chill through her she smirked momentarily and dropped her hand away. She'd wait for him here, perhaps mingle if she saw it fit. Running her manicured nails through her snow white tresses, she captured one of the jet black tips and fiddled with it absently and cast her eyes across the garden, seeking - searching - watching.
She wore much silver in the forms of rings with semi-precious stones embedded within them, and bracelets which clinked and jingled as she moved otherwise silently through the luscious grass. A pendant hung about her neck, tapping against her chest as she stood straight after smelling the flowers, slipped onto a silver chain it hung from a small ring in the shape of a simple tear drop, forged of garnet with a silver encasement it was a truly unique piece of jewellry, one she treasured dearly. Usually Coma wouldn't have dared wear her necklace so freely, but in this place, unlike the dungeon she had been aquainted too in her earlier years of slavery, she sensed there was security in this place and felt it safe to wear it proudly.
Her long arctic locks glowed where they rested against her cheek, casting shadows upon her storm cloud gray eyes. She tilted her head to one side and breathed a heavy sigh before she parted her lips in a yawn, though she raised the back of her hand to her mouth, she could not hide the extended canines which pointed almost devilishly so - her pearl white fangs, those which defined her.
Though the girl didn't look a vampire, more a sprite as she walked so simply and innocently about, surveying the pond and its magical surface, the fish which sawm in its depths. She simply didn't possess the sultry sway which defined a vampiress, Coma seemed far too dainty for that.
She thumbed a black leather collar which hung itself heavily about her delicate neck, a large silver ring tapped against her collar bone and she captured her index finger about it, bent it around and tugged upon the collar, sending a chill through her she smirked momentarily and dropped her hand away. She'd wait for him here, perhaps mingle if she saw it fit. Running her manicured nails through her snow white tresses, she captured one of the jet black tips and fiddled with it absently and cast her eyes across the garden, seeking - searching - watching.
