- Missions
- 126
- Residence
- Chicago, Illinois
Adrian's initial reaction was to shrink away from these men, all with murderous gleams in their eyes, lecherous grins on their faces, and the morbid sheen of metal weaponry in their hands. He stood up abruptly from Cameron, who had given information which was nigh useless to him, for he knew little of Alexis' past, and pulled his coat about him.
And then Adrian Lockhart opened his mouth and sang.
To the ears of the rest, who had been accustomed to hearing the superficial charm layering his voice, the sudden resonation of smooth, baritone notes was a huge deviation -- an enchanting one. Recently discovered by Adrian, pheromones could be transmitted through sound much more effectively than through air. While not nearly as powerful as a channeling through touch, these soundwaves served as an effective aphrodisiac to large crowds. Little wonder the celebrity had broke record numbers with his first single ever only three weeks earlier.
A drowsy look of complacency befell the hundreds of Wildpack members at the sonorous voice, which hummmed a synergy of vague sounds and notes. Nothing intelligible, but utterly toxic. They swayed gently, their weapons long forgotten, and stared at Adrian, who stood in the center of attention.
Heaven on earth lasted a little while longer, and then ended. "Boys," Adrian said smoothly as they hung on to his every word, "Kii...."
The ringing in his head now defeaned any thought, any senses, and fatigue overcome him. Adrian collapsed, before he could offer his one, all-encompassing command to do away with these nuances. In an uncanny speed, Morgan seized the window of opportunity to use her stepping dics and damn the rest of the Wildpack to the land of Limbo, the painful transition from their rivieries to a land of hell echoing in haunting shrieks across the tunnels.
And then Adrian Lockhart opened his mouth and sang.
To the ears of the rest, who had been accustomed to hearing the superficial charm layering his voice, the sudden resonation of smooth, baritone notes was a huge deviation -- an enchanting one. Recently discovered by Adrian, pheromones could be transmitted through sound much more effectively than through air. While not nearly as powerful as a channeling through touch, these soundwaves served as an effective aphrodisiac to large crowds. Little wonder the celebrity had broke record numbers with his first single ever only three weeks earlier.
A drowsy look of complacency befell the hundreds of Wildpack members at the sonorous voice, which hummmed a synergy of vague sounds and notes. Nothing intelligible, but utterly toxic. They swayed gently, their weapons long forgotten, and stared at Adrian, who stood in the center of attention.
Heaven on earth lasted a little while longer, and then ended. "Boys," Adrian said smoothly as they hung on to his every word, "Kii...."
The ringing in his head now defeaned any thought, any senses, and fatigue overcome him. Adrian collapsed, before he could offer his one, all-encompassing command to do away with these nuances. In an uncanny speed, Morgan seized the window of opportunity to use her stepping dics and damn the rest of the Wildpack to the land of Limbo, the painful transition from their rivieries to a land of hell echoing in haunting shrieks across the tunnels.