Leera can feel the heat rising to her skin. His low, possessive rumbling is like honey to her ears, thick and mouth-watering. Yes, she could belong to him. She'd belong to his strength, his devotion, his so-called dangerous mind. And Tyranis? She does not belong to him, nor has she ever. The only thing that keeps her bound to him is the unborn litter of princes and princesses that sleep in her gut. After their birth, she'll owe him nothing.
Ezio says she will have his loyalty, her desires. "Not such a bad deal," she comments, fluttering her lids slowly at him. Her lengthy tail curls and coils with thought. In a swift, graceful motion, Leera stands onto her small paws and brushes against him like a cat before continuing a few paces between the spruces. "Come, Ezio. Let me take you to a place where your honor and your danger will be appreciated as it deserves to be." She intends to lead him to Erövrare as she slips between the trees and eventually into the shadows; her work is finished, it's entirely his choice if he decides to follow her or not.
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Leera is a mature character.
Force/violence is permitted within reason.
Plot with us here!
