She had stayed very still when she had heard him coming. She had stopped by a bookcase, her hand resting on one of the shelves. And when he came into the room she almost lost her breath. Godhood sat well on Ogma. It enhanced all of his natural male beauty.
But she had only a moment to admire him privately. She'd had no illusions that he would not be able to sense her. In fact, she was hoping he would be more sensitive to her unique presence now as a proper god. But she said nothing in answer to him, wanting him to turn on the light.
When he did, he would see a face he would recognize as hers. But her form somewhat altered from a normal human. She had wings not unlike what one might picture a dragon to have, though they were tucked tightly to her back at the moment, only barely peeking up over her shoulders. Her eyes were so pale they were nearly white. And she wore what appeared to be scant rags that barely covered, and left nearly nothing to one's imagination. What need had a demon such as she for proper clothes? They just got in the way.
"Hello, Ogma." She spoke softly, her voice a throaty purr.
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Date: 2012-03-20 12:04 pm (UTC)But she had only a moment to admire him privately. She'd had no illusions that he would not be able to sense her. In fact, she was hoping he would be more sensitive to her unique presence now as a proper god. But she said nothing in answer to him, wanting him to turn on the light.
When he did, he would see a face he would recognize as hers. But her form somewhat altered from a normal human. She had wings not unlike what one might picture a dragon to have, though they were tucked tightly to her back at the moment, only barely peeking up over her shoulders. Her eyes were so pale they were nearly white. And she wore what appeared to be scant rags that barely covered, and left nearly nothing to one's imagination. What need had a demon such as she for proper clothes? They just got in the way.
"Hello, Ogma." She spoke softly, her voice a throaty purr.