chaos is a ladder

*Circe I* · 12-30-2018, 10:35 PM

With most wolves Circe felt the need to play nice and put on a show, but with this woman she was getting the feeling that she could be herself. Or at least someone closer to who she really was.

Leera's question made Circe laugh. While she meant no disrespect to the beauty at her side, the notion that she, the product of the Abraxas Empire, could be gutless was comical. Abraxas pups had been culled for less. Had she shown even the slightest inclination to give into fear she wouldn't have survived infancy.

Circe grew serious as she sought out Leera's gaze. "I know I do." She kept the things she laid claim to and she never - no never - shared. It was rarely a side of her that the objects of her attention got to see, but she would kill for them in a heartbeat.

The giantess lifted her chin and studied Leera. They were dancing around the real topic and she had yet to decide if she was going to be the one to bring it forward or if she was going to let it play out a little longer. Circe wanted Leera. She'd known that the moment she'd laid eyes on her. But this - while she was being truer to herself today - was still a game and its essence was no different than the one she'd played with Pnuma. She still needed to win.

For now she was going to continue to play coy with the real topic. If Leera wanted to break character first she could, otherwise Circe would see just how much ground she could cover while keeping her words veiled. She licked her lips, then said, "What do you think of that? Of those who can keep what they've claimed?"

"Circe" "Gwydion"

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chaos is a ladder

Circe I