<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td><span style='font-size:13pt;line-height:100%'><span style='font-family:Times'>16th day of Dyo 81380, early afternoon</span> Who: Elloteym Kalatseul http://shadowlack.com/persona.php?id=827</a></span> </td></tr></table> <span style='font-size:11pt;line-height:100%'><span style='font-family:Times'>Already the eyelids fluttered delicately and drew in anticipation of the pleasure to come. The tiny pink tongue furtively escaped its refuge, darting, here, there, everywhere: insatiable. The tiny truffle, engulfed, defenseless, melted helplessly. As it diminished, so did increase its captor's bliss. The deed done, Elle allowed a lazy sigh to escape her tiny lips. She reached into the box again, desperate to fall back into her chocolate daydream, but reality would not yield to her wishes, and the slender fingers grasped only air. The box was empty. The 'dragon choked on disappointment, but the eyes remained resolutely shut, shutting out the scorching sunbeams from her sight, and from her mind all the unpleasantness of life in general. This was the time, her time, when she could be happy and carefree, for once. She had come to this desolate forsaken spot for solitary comfort, for a small chance at achieving personal satisfaction. An empty box of chocolates would not change that. Nothing would. The 'dragon rolled onto her belly playfully, revelling one last time in the soothing texture and the warmth of the sand grains as they rubbed against her fur. Then the eyes opened, and the paw reached out again. With the soft swish and swash of the waves lulling her into passivity, Elle opened the first of a series of trashy romance novels she had found under her room mate's bed when the latter was away. She turned to the first page, and began to read, certain that nobody would disturb her in her little corner of paradise. You see, Elloteym worked at Chafuo's Office of Tourism, and, despite the meager pay, the long and fastidious work hours, and an ill-tempered boss, the job did have its perks: Elle knew that no tourist, nor even a local would wander into her little haven. The pure white of sand and the pristine turquoise of the waves were all hers to enjoy for one precise reason: the isle was believed to be cursed. Elle wasn't familiar with the details, but the folk of Chafuo believed that this very spot had been the site of an unspeakable tragedy involving two star-crossed lovers and an unfortunate twist of fate. In short, a story worthy of the trashy literature she held in her paws. Elle regarded such superstition with contempt, but didn't mind the story if it meant that she would be left alone to enjoy her afternoon. </span></span>
