Loki was a malicious creature, she made few friends and even less lasting bonds. She didn't thrive well when everything was happy and joyous, she liked to pick at festering wounds, to prod the darkness in the coldest reaches of a mind, she loved unraveling the strings of fate and coiling her jaws thickly around that precious orb of sanity, to break a mind a part, to watch a warrior crack and fall into that chasm of unreachable insanity... it brought a shiver coursing along her spine. She was already growing swollen, fat, by the time she was ready to pop she had no doubt that she would barely be able to walk if at all... damn. A call, a soft croon for her had her ears flickering backwards, it came from down the icy mountain.
Slowly the obsidian creature turned, emerald hues flickering as they sought her mate... her lover. A wicked grin pulled at the corners of her maw, she wondered how many hearts she had broken when she had claimed Nnoitra's precious body as her own. He was hers until he drew his last breath and the reverse was true as well... Loki had never belonged to anyone, it was a bizarre notion, but not one she was entirely displeased with. For all of Loki's bitterness and hatred, she and Nnoitra clicked well together.
Slithering to him, her tongue bathed the underside of his maw, her teeth tugging almost playfully as his cheek. A rumbling purr pulling from her vocals as she bathed him in a rare moment of affection. "Hello lover, you have need of me?" Her voice, a deceptive silky caress.
