pray for the wicked on the weekend [agria]

She would stand her ground, head tall but yet still not matching their own height. She would let their words strike her with even a shiver to her spine as they boomed their feelings as they always had. Chin dropped close and loosely to her chest with a quiver to her lip. If she had any tears to let free, which she didn't, they totally would have fell.

She was confused by his talk of God and mortals and yet she always sensed it there. What would have scared most wolves wouldn't scare her. Their overpowering form and voice and beliefs, most would have fled then. She was interested, but not at this moment. If they could drop their godly performances for a woman like her, what was there to question?

They took in her rosy smell, and it was always intoxicating to her when they were so close almost as if they were apart of her too. A deep inhale of their own musk, she would go to look back into their optics that seemed so hard to concentrate on, though not right now. A gentle gaze the witch held, a glass over her orbs that could have been so much unlike her. She would back off just a step as if to push them away, a slow shake to her head.

"I do." Her eyes flipping from apricot to cerulean, "Kaine, I do love you too." Aggressively she would push her maw forward to kiss them deeply, still even a quiver between her movements.

Her heat no longer in her mind because when she was once so careful, it was forgotten that she needed to be with Kaine. Her age could have been a factor. If Angeal hadn't gotten her pregnant then maybe she were barren. Maybe she never had to worry again. Or maybe she was ready to mother Kaine's children. She would be fooling herself by thinking she wasn't fit to be a mother.

-Fade-