No Event | Aphro | Open
Ginger is a box of never ending curses; on the path to werewolfism and doomed with mother nature's monthly gift. A lethal combination, as some had already experienced first-handedly.
She gets cravings for sex and lusts after blood, one ache sometimes confusing her with the other. She lies on the floor, next to her bed, vacant eyes staring up at the ceiling as she realizes what she wants. It's almost as though the realization has found her, what with it coming so quickly and suddenly. She really has improved in identifying her specific needs, and right now, it's sex.
No. Not sex. An orgasm.
The fun, she couldn't care less about. It's a waste of time, too much work. Especially being on the rag, right now a quickie seems sufficient.
Ginger has been lying on the floor for almost 10 hours now, and she's only been awake for almost 12 minutes of it. Her stomach is telling her that she's craving something else. A hunt, is what she needs, and she suddenly pays closer attention to her senses. They seem stronger somehow, and she can smell something--someone--and they're in her room.
Who the fuck. Is in my room.
ooc: Because I really don't want Ginger to infect some poor unfortunate soul, I'd like this to be girls only. Much easier to avoid and hey, I'm still getting the hang of this smut business. Any female is welcome!
She gets cravings for sex and lusts after blood, one ache sometimes confusing her with the other. She lies on the floor, next to her bed, vacant eyes staring up at the ceiling as she realizes what she wants. It's almost as though the realization has found her, what with it coming so quickly and suddenly. She really has improved in identifying her specific needs, and right now, it's sex.
No. Not sex. An orgasm.
The fun, she couldn't care less about. It's a waste of time, too much work. Especially being on the rag, right now a quickie seems sufficient.
Ginger has been lying on the floor for almost 10 hours now, and she's only been awake for almost 12 minutes of it. Her stomach is telling her that she's craving something else. A hunt, is what she needs, and she suddenly pays closer attention to her senses. They seem stronger somehow, and she can smell something--someone--and they're in her room.
Who the fuck. Is in my room.
ooc: Because I really don't want Ginger to infect some poor unfortunate soul, I'd like this to be girls only. Much easier to avoid and hey, I'm still getting the hang of this smut business. Any female is welcome!