Light can often be found inside of a shadow, as well as around the outside though…. Now a Dayshadow has the tendency to be warm and inviting. It’s... often colored gray, having the tendency to tread the line of the vanilla side, which is all fun and dandy of course, but it is not Me. Do not ever mistake me for a Dayshadow, for I am a Dom, who’s knowledge goes far beyond the physical form of whips and chains even though those are fun and all.. however my knowledge can extend beyond that, burrowing. In her right hand, her red marking pen falls to the desk, breaking the silence of her class. Her full red lips curl into a knowing smile as she straightens her back, picks up her pen and resumes marking. Scribbling the teacher’s age-old response of “Keep up the good work!” across the top of the page, she puts the paper on the very small pile of marked papers and returns to the very big pile of unmarked ones. Biting her lower lip, her eyes move to the clock that seems to slowly keep the beat of. Usually if he kept himself on an even keel, the storm would pass."I'M UPSET BECAUSE MY SON IS A SPOILED, SELF-INDULGING LITTLE SHIT!" His father was in rare form today. He rarely got this mad about anything. Chris had begun to have a little pang of worry as the large man in front of him turned away, running his fingers through his own hair. "You're lucky I'm a member of the same golf club as Judge Ferguson. You could have been facing jail time," he growled. The man ran his fingers through his. She needed this excitement. ‘Sage,’ Victoria whispered, her voice shaking, as she watched her sister disappear into the alleyway. ‘Where are you going? Don’t leave me out here.’ Sage allowed herself to settle into the darkness of the alley. Yes, someone had definitely been watching them as they walked down the street, and now it waited, biding its time. ‘Not human’, her mind told her. There was no way a human could follow her and her sister six blocks without making one mistake, one noise..