Pregnancy was a wretched thing. Though the woman was not far enough along to be swollen as big as a warthog, she was carrying a bit more weight than she normally would. However, her large stature meant it was hardly noticeable at all. Still, the worst part was the hormones. Lately she'd been feeling far out of her element. Her personality had shifted nearly 180 degrees since Valko had impregnated her, and she hoped to whatever deity there may be that it would go back to normal as soon as the spawn were out of her. The woman laid down near the falls, happy to have some sort of background noise to rid her of her thoughts. Rolling onto her side and then her back, the dame twisted and writhed on the earth, finding herself wrought with heat and lustful intentions. But there was no one here to quench her thirst, not that she'd jump on a stranger anyway, or would she? The Lentajin gal was still sore, and as she writhed a pain shot through her, causing an involuntary yelp. Great, now someone's going to show up and want to talk. Still, the alternate persona that was inside of her due to pregnancy was kind of hoping someone would show up, it'd be a welcome relief to being alone. She struggled back to her paws, unwilling to stay in such a vulnerable state when someone could be headed in her direction. Rook sat placidly, staring at the falls idly. Speech,

He was the embodiment of stoicism, the dang refined warrior that he was, placed about the earth for carnal reasons solely. His fiery eyes alight in the evening, pressing, melting, shining against his face. It was the only thing that truly pulled the Arkhos from his normalcy. Well, it would have been if not for his gargantuan frame, his immaculate battle scars. He was a warlord through and through. Salmon tongue placed across his nose, and his chops, wetting the dry surface as naturally as ever, and with hardly a second care, he came upon the brunette corset of a young woman, and my my, she did look particularly droll. Depressed more so. He would turn his head towards the water, and only back as a splitting yelp coursed through her. Without even the mere shrug of the shoulders the sovereign would turn his attention to the bubbling, frothing rivers and his skull would descend, thirstily consuming every bit of life sustaining nutrition he could take. Perhaps he was before her, casting upon her no sign of interest, but it mattered, and occurred, little to him. His goal in life was not to please, he was a survivalist, focusing only on the kill and the importance it enraptured. Speech,

Countenance shifted as the woman's eyes roved over his frame hungrily, savagely. She knew not his name, but some part of her told her that he could satiate her never-ending thirst. The insane part, that is. The part that was driven by the pregnancy. This part of her was almost always dormant until her heat came around, then things just went crazy. The germanic lass slithered a bit closer to him, only a few steps, but enough to display her interest in talking to him. Vy hello zere. Sweet words would dribble off of her chin like wine, only to float his way and hopefully prompt a response. Magenta eyes stared at him cooly, interested in just what had brought him to the falls. This place was not one she would normally visit. It was far too beautiful for her taste, but thirst was a driving factor and one she could not ignore. With that thought, the dame slithered to the water's edge beside him and took three long draughts from the pool, glancing his way between each drink. Speech,

The infernal demon would recline back to his haunches as the water stopped sliding down his throat. He had satiated his need moments after the flamingo eyed woman arrived. His gaze to her was barely one given, and he merely reponded to her words with a chuff and nod of this head. Manly through and through, he barely even offered conversation. His tail would elongate across the ground, his jowls parting in a slow pant as he returned his head parallel with the Earth below him and he merely sat in quite contempt drowning in the resonance shattering fall of the waters before him. He cared little for the presence of another, nothing swayed him from his own placings, interests where they existed, and wishes of solitary. Speech,

Nothing, she was drawing a blank here. The man's exterior seemed impenetrable as if he were wearing some sort of chastity belt. Where did he get off ignoring her? Rage flurried inside her like a blizzard, but she shoved it aside. There was a greater emotion, a stronger one that resulted in absolute pleasure. Come onn dahling, I don't like games. She writhed beside him, her figure shifting it's weight from side to side, emphasizing her urgency. Could he not just act like a man? Tail flickered to the right, toward where his lay outstretched. Swiping across the terrain, Rook's tail attempted to lightly flick his own, just a reminder that she was a living breathing thing. Perhaps he'd forgotten, or gotten lost in his own thoughts. Whatever the reason, she wasn't going to let him continue this little cold shoulder charade. Speech,

It didn't take long for the lord's ignorance of the woman to enrapture her more touchy side. Gently he would scowl as her body pressed against his in wanton lust. Salmon tongue crossed his inky jowls and the brunette warlord tilted his gaze down toward the pink-eyed phoenix. Was this what came with love? This adamant behavior? Insomnia had said it was something different, something foreign...never in Lithium had he felt what he was feeling? It didn't seem so great to him, of course, unbeknownst to him, it was not love he felt but annoyance. "Ahnd what ees eet ye went froom meh?" His tones were deep, stemming from the farthest parts of his diaphragm and cascading up in a smooth, accented voice. The lord would rise to his legs, his gaze turning to not look at her, and his expression remained stoic. Speech,

The man spoke, his accent causing her to pause her attempts for a moment. She had not met anyone else with a strong accent before. Usually her own accent was highly regarded, and she now understood why. His voice enraptured her. Rook chuffed lightly and leaned toward him, whispering in deep alto notes. Somesing only you can provide. She went on to mutter in german, her native tongue, unable to control her need to speak. Ich will deine K?sse auf meiner Haut, ich will dein Becken gegen meins. Never had the woman ever been driven by wanton lust before. Never had she begged a man, or even spoken to one like this before. She hated being pregnant, loathed it.. but the children would be worth it, if they even survived. She knew many still wanted her head for the way she had been treating Zara, and while the harlot knew that she had patched things up with Zara, there were bound to be those who didn't care about their reunification. Her head craned upward to gaze at him, need pooling in her eyes. These children had turned her into a wimp, a woman who relied on someone else to provide her with pleasure and satisfaction. She had never wanted or desired that before. She hated what she had become. Unfortunately for her - and quite possibly for him - her hatred of herself only made her want him more. Speech,