Prologue
She sat in the gardens of the Forgotten City. All alone. Her knees brought to her chest and her mind somewhere else.
"Those red eyes'" she thought, mesmerized.
She smiled to herself. Never had she met such a mysterious being apart from Cloud's erratic past in the life stream. The mystery that lay behind her new found love was beyond imaginable. The darkness that surrounded him gave a whole new meaning to the word lust. The dark aura had a mixture of Satanism and innocence together. Just picturing him made her skin tingle.
The sharp features, the golden-pale skin, the think luscious lips that made silk look rough and coarse, the long dark purple hair that swirled in the artic winds of the Northern Cave complimented his masculine physique enclosed in a blood red robe of leather.
Her thoughts focused on his face. Behind the crimson windows was the painful past of experimentation and an undying love. What went on in the past was only rudimentary. The picture of dark colors was only a shade of grey on an open canvas. The details have yet to be crafter and the story has yet to be told.
Forgive me for the short paragraph. There will be more to come. I just need feedback. Its my first time. Thanks.
She sat in the gardens of the Forgotten City. All alone. Her knees brought to her chest and her mind somewhere else.
"Those red eyes'" she thought, mesmerized.
She smiled to herself. Never had she met such a mysterious being apart from Cloud's erratic past in the life stream. The mystery that lay behind her new found love was beyond imaginable. The darkness that surrounded him gave a whole new meaning to the word lust. The dark aura had a mixture of Satanism and innocence together. Just picturing him made her skin tingle.
The sharp features, the golden-pale skin, the think luscious lips that made silk look rough and coarse, the long dark purple hair that swirled in the artic winds of the Northern Cave complimented his masculine physique enclosed in a blood red robe of leather.
Her thoughts focused on his face. Behind the crimson windows was the painful past of experimentation and an undying love. What went on in the past was only rudimentary. The picture of dark colors was only a shade of grey on an open canvas. The details have yet to be crafter and the story has yet to be told.
Forgive me for the short paragraph. There will be more to come. I just need feedback. Its my first time. Thanks.