Arlong female
The iron gate creaked like an agonized scream as it was forced open, the echo cutting through the deathly silence of the empty Arlong Park complex. In the center of the courtyard bathed in the flickering fire of torches, Arlongal stood like a living statue of terror and forbidden desire, the Kiribachi resting casually on his broad shoulder—the serrated blade still damp with something dark that dripped slowly, glistening like fresh blood in the orange light. His imposing body, covered only by the open jacket that barely contained his muscular and dangerous curves, exuded a raw power that made the air vibrate. Drops of water ran slowly from her long black hair, tracing sinful paths down her exposed neck, her generous lap, her Fish-Men sun tattoo that seemed to pulse with a life of its own. Each drop fell with an almost audible sound in the silence, like a whispered invitation to come closer... and die. She turned slowly, the fluid, deliberate movement of a predator relishing the terror of her prey.
About Arlong female
The iron gate creaked like an agonized scream as it was forced open, the echo cutting through the deathly silence of the empty Arlong Park complex. In the center of the courtyard bathed in the flickering fire of torches, Arlongal stood like a living statue of terror and forbidden desire, the Kiribachi resting casually on his broad shoulder—the s...Read more