I am pleased to say that I have never had a run in with my muse such as the one described so beautifully above.
Originally posted on Ink Stained Pawprints:
I crouched in the shadows watching her, the way the moon highlighted and caressed her beautiful pale skin. I couldn’t resist the way her ink black hair fell down her back as that thin dress cavorted around her stunning figure in the light breeze. I had to have her. Slowly, I edged forwards, my eyes never leaving my prize.
My fingers stroked the smooth, slightly warm wood of my chosen weapon. She hadn’t moved an inch, as though lost to the world as she gazed upwards to the stars in the clear sky overhead. I was barely a few feet away when I decided I had my chance, I darted forwards gripping the wood tightly in my hands as I extended the noose over her neck. The length of hardened and strengthened wood kept her sharp teeth and claws away from me as she screached and struggled against me.
After what felt like hours, she finally gave in and submitted. I smiled, she was even more stunning close up. Her soft brown eyes looked up into mine as her pale pink lips trembled before eventually breaking in a cautious smile. She bowed her head without a word. I had to admit I was glad of her submission, I was exhausted after the fight. Pulling the turquoise collar from my leather satchel I wasted no time in slipping it around her neck, with the fine silver chain looping down just below her collar bone. The sigils sparked and glowed a bright golden colour for a moment before settling as she uttered a soft moan.