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[sup][sup][sup][sup][sup][img]http://i.imgur.com/g6wdWPj.png[/img][/sup][/sup][/sup][/sup][/sup][/center][sub][color=3e4d5b]S O L D I E R[color=333333]. . .[/color]E N C A M P M E N T[/color] / / [color=3e4d5b]Z A L E R A[color=333333]. . .[/color] T U N D R A.[/color][/sub][hr][color=6e696f][indent][i]C[/i]armen carefully slid gloved gestures through her shock of shallow threads, the individual tresses and follicles caressing against bruised skin of diamond perimeters, each equally spaced and individually identical and unique to the severity of the blossoming hues in violet tones and sapphires depths. She feels him coiling and writhing beneath her skin with every pass of her rising cavity, ribs billowing and fluttering, aching against sallow flesh and crushing on an ashen heart twined with gold and ebon fusions of malice and pain. When she smiled, bore it, relished and withered within, she kept her eyes firm and locked onto a gaze of falling embers and churning soils burdened under a trembling sky of might and wonder; a hidden and tempered curiosity of a man flickering along the border of a temptation and wiles of a demonic sort. She delivered a bark of laughter, cloaked within amusement as a gloved digit twines through bleached white and tugs, twining the lock thrice before she allows it to surrender against her rouge toned cheek. 

Oh yes, he's definitely her favourite.

Her peering oculi reels away from her favoured man, manic and lashes peeled wide and yonder, locking firmly onto the old goat she abhors to a near madness. Her smile only seemed to widen, splintering over her cheeks, slicing deep into her countenance to meet her eyes; all bite and interlaced with venom, as if cackling wildly against her felidae fanged orifice at his sheer display. Oh no, she didn't miss such and wouldn't have for all the power within the world. Carmen nearly scampered off after him, balancing jaw into palm and tabling elbow into her fingers, perched and admiring the multitude of lightning strikes glimmering around his march, every flicker and flash reflecting within steel forgeries of withered blue.

	[color=637370]"My... What a temper. You think it was something I said?"[/color] She inquired aloud, the oblique shutter of her eyes and lashes veiling glee and the pitch of hunger wallowing 'neath her extremities. [color=637370]"No matter, more for me."[/color]

Carmen crunched flourishing grass beneath her heel as she turned away from him, brow arched as the tundra winds swept over the offending greenery, clipping the blades within frosted edges as the Viera sun finally nestled and gave rise and purchase to the moon. She admired such briefly as scales and tongue slid and coiled over her heart and soul, the sensation of yearning sputtering her galloping organ into a vice of keening need and wonder before quieting; the formula of a growling tempo splitting eerily into a rumbling scream that pinged against her lope and pinched her lashes within a visual sign of discomfort. She felt their gazes, the ones drawn to her figure and marched that much harder, stilettos impaling earth as she followed the contingent, the tarpaulin and fabric easily swept aside by a flourish of winds by her entry.

Their Keepers kept themselves within proper distance, Carmen suspected they would and gauged them within visible habits, three perched outside yonder each wall, she inhales, all the same scent; twin like fragrances that billowed and fell beneath the much more tantalizing taste of fresh kill that danced and pirouetted across her writhing tongue. She allows the others to sit, comforting themselves within introductions, and stands, hands dancing over a myriad of fixtures and luxuries, winds howling against the shell of her tainted ear and baiting her attention for the mistral eternally whorling against her ebon embellishments. 

She's utterly famished, introductions pale and wither in comparison to this manifestation of devouring need. Until a roar blooms within her mind and golden convolved obsidian pounds and pulsates and an eye blooms forth, spinning and weeping, creating a fixture of bruising violets of malcontent across the breadth of her visage that pulls over her lashes and splinters her cheek as she turns, gazing and glaring at the manifest surrounding the boy. So young, so naive, his stuttering timbre fractures and splinters in figurines of uncertainty and something akin to fear. Carmen's teeth ache, her coral wed lips peeling back as she snaps twigs beneath her palms, fingers curling against wood, the King within her breast slicing through the shell of herself and assaulting her sense of might and need and power until it wreathes the Queen within a vocalized purr that erupts into a growl. She looms closer to him, pupils mere slivers within a gaze of steel.

	[color=637370]"You might want to control that."[/color] She advises within a whisper, just for him, gloved gestures arched and scraping. Carmen impales those amber oculi a moment longer before smiling, quietly slipping back and offers a twitching palm.

	[color=637370]"Carmen Auset."[/color] She nearly sings, a sickly tone of manipulated intention and projects voice and eyes around the table, never giving herself the option to sit amoung them. [color=637370]"Commander, one of many, for this particular operation. By which, I'm hoping you've all been debriefed over."[/color] She taps nail and fabric against her temple. 

	[color=637370]"I hear Archadia has sealed the borders, they won't allow anyone in, or out. I think they're hiding something good, too good for the Govern to allow. Unfortunate about the ghettos though, I wonder if anyone is even still alive..."[/color] She speculated aloud, resuming her search, gestures manic and her individual graces burdened by every flinch and flex of her musculature.  [color=637370]"Oh well."[/color] She breathes, tone dismissive and clipped, her words prematurely executed as if struggling to vocalize at a predicted rate of normalcy.[/indent][/color]