Hunter didnt speak a few minutes. He watched the doe finish drinking, and stared as it walked towards the sleeping fawn. Cerise had been right about the doe being a mother, and she was glad she noticed the fawn before it was too late. Hunter didn't speak as he reached down and grabbed Cerise's hand. Cerise didn't pull her hand away, but looked up at Hunter's expression. There was something sad in those earthy eyes, but he still seemed happy. Suddenly, he released Cerise's hand and said, "Sorry about that. Uhm, there's another spot a little further away where we can look for something else for you." Hunter turned away from the mother and child resting in the bush, and Cerise followed behind him. She still didn't quite understand what happened to Hunter just then, but didn't have the courage to ask him about it either. .
I love this couple! I know I named him Sam as he reminds me of a fella from early school days... not sure I named her though? #chicinchambray#slimken#tropicalvibes got a new body and neck shrinking to fit the #hunterhuntsman body. ⭐️⭐️Had to dust them off and put some clothes on them finally for this intro pic!
As punishment for loving a human he was banished from the heavens and his loved one was killed by what he called his siblings. He rebelled against god who betrayed him. Mad with the want for revenge he started killing his kin resulting the demon in him to grow. Slowly he fell from heaven down to hell with nobody to keep him sane.
The tattered remains of his his once pure white wings, now blackened by the sins he loaded on his shoulders, are bound around his hips, serving as a remainder of the life he lost. A remainder what he once was. --------------------------------------------------------------- At least that was the story I had in mind while creating him. This is a fallen angel now slowly turning into a demon. I made this handsome demon for @hudollz as part of the Demon Doll Swap hosted by @gothydolly and @fallenangel.customs
These are the only pictures I could take of him because of my surgery unfortunately.
Though her demeanor had darkened when she thought of the stillborn child and the possibility of the man figuring out her identity as the queen, Cerise couldn't help laughing as she heard rhe man's name. He looked perplexed as he asked, "What's so funny?!" Through innocent, stifled giggles, Cerise said, "Youre a hunter... Named Hunter?" Cerise snickered and held his arm to steady herself as she doubled over with laughter. "Next you'll tell me your last name is 'LivesInTheWoods'!" The man pushed Cerise playfully and said, "Fine, if you don't like it, then you can call me whatever!" he sounded annoyed but when Cerise caught sight of his face, the corners of his lips curved up in a small smile. Cerise released the man's arm and when he turned away to start walking again, she felt her face grow hot. She was there to hunt and get her life back on track, not grope a strangers arm and goof off!
Soon, they approached an area of woods Cerise had never seen. Hunter pressed a finger to his lips and pointed to a spot just down a hill where a deer was drinking water from a puddle. Quietly, Cerise drew an arrow and took aim. As she steadied her breath and adjusted her aim for the doe's head, Hunter studied her movements. Just as she was about to release the arrow, she noticed a fawn sleeping behind a bush a few feet away from the doe. Cerise lowered her bow and sighed. "What are you doing?" Hunter whispered. Cerise pointed bashfully to the fawn, "That must be its mother drinking water. I can't kill the mother without jeopardizing the baby." Tiredly, Cerise looked to the ground at her feet and muttered, "I can't shoot." .
4 objetos, 4 amores
Estoy aqui desnudo me despojó de envolturas solo para sincerarme en esta despedida, a pasado un año de que comenzó un calvario y hoy reflexiono.
La mascara de quien me enseño que el amor duele, la cadena de quien me quito libertad, la corona de quien me volvio guerrero, las gafas de quien me mostro que la perfección no existe.
La mascara me mostró el daño que hacen las mentiras en el corazón, disculpame por haber sido posesivo y haberte amado sin experiencia; tu mi primer amor.
Cadena que no solo me ató a una realidad de una mente enferma llena de fantasmas, tambien me golpeo con su miseria, disculpame por no serte leal, quize volar tratando de encontrar en algo más lo que no me diste, tu mi amor de costumbre.
Una corona que parecia ser de oro hasta que al igual que la mascara mostro su verdad, por ti llore con los lobos, luche contra las fieras e incluso contra mi mismo, mis observaciones e intuición llegarón a concluir que la lujuria era tu pasión y antes de morir mi corazón se congelo, disculpame por darte el valor que no tenias, tu el amor de mi vida.
Las gafas me ayudarón a ver que no importa si es mucho o poco tiempo de estar con alguien para sentir con gran magnitud un hermoso sentimiento; te vi inmerso en la idea de ser perfección pero nadie lo es, fuiste quien por primer vez me hizo sentir protegido, eso me enamoro de inmediato, esta vez no era solamente yo preocupandome por alguien, por primer vez me senti con un hombre de verdad pero al ver por el espejo de el alma supe que las promesas eran vacias en ti, lleno de prejuicios no llegariamos lejos, disculpame por ser una ouija atrayendo a mis fantasmas a nuestro presente, por los miedos y mi ruda franqueza, tu el amor que soñe.
NO RENCORES SI BENDICIONES.........
Si me pierdo a mi mismo lo pierdo todo
A large hand clapped over Cerise's mouth while another held her about the waist. Cerise let out a muffled scream but a low voice hissed, "Quiet! I'm trying to help you," in her ear. Cerise went stiff against the hard chest of the stranger but went silent as ordered.
The mystery man released Cerise and she spun around on her heel to face him. When she finally caught sight of him, he was bent over away from her. The two guards were fast approaching, but just as Cerise heard one begin to ask, "where the fu-" the man threw a rock far away into a bush. The loud sound drew the guards attention, and they ran right past Cerise and the man without noticing either of them. The man grabbed Cerise's hand and began to run; in a confused daze, Cerise held tight to his hand and followed where he went.
Soon they reached a clearing far from where the two guards would undoubtably be searching for her. Without trees to block the moonlight, Cerise finally caught a glimpse of the mysterious stranger. Shaved hair on one side, long hair on the opposite, earthy, brown eyes. Cerise's voice was quiet and soft as she asked, "You, again?"