BLOW THE SMOKE IN DIAMOND SHAPE
07-15-2013, 07:18 AM
thank you shrap ♥ The negative responses she extracted from the brutish goliath only fueled her, causing adrenaline to pulsate within her iron veins and heat the blood that flowed throughout, generating such an ideal sensation within her that was almost orgasmic in her perspective. The realization that it had been her presence, her speech, and her ambitions that had initiated his evident displeasure struck the witch in the most delightful of ways, for oh, there was an adoration that accompanied being the bearer of bad news that she could never quite escape. Witnessing the discomfort that had settled within his very being caused pride to flood her system with the knowledge that she had been the cause of the irritated growl that arose in his throat, forcing the pallid strands of fur that lined her spinal column to bristle with the thrill the male provided her with and a charming cackle teeming with glee to vacate her unhinged jaws, only causing her fur to erect all the more. Dulled, black nails kneaded the earthy terrain beneath her dainty paws as she attempted to nullify the pleasure that wracked her interior, carving minuscule trenches into the dirt that deepened with her anxiety. ? What are you waiting for? The pretty words her son offered her distracted her briefly, causing her metallic eyes to waver from the golden depths of her current adversary unto the mercury ? so much like her own ? of the young whelp?s, a hint of amusement playing behind her typically vague gaze as she looked upon him. She adored the child ? approved of his antics, even, but she could not and would not ever verbally or physically prove such a factor to him or his siblings; they would forever retain the need to appease their mother. The vocals that Tortuga?s superior provided brought the ice queen?s attention to reside back upon the gargantuan fool, a demure shrug rolling her shoulders back as he finished voicing his confusion although she understood exactly why others forced themselves through the complications of challenging; wolves were creatures with the instinct to conquer, and the petite wraith?s desires included nothing but. Idly, she wondered how daft of a creature stood before her, for even he had jumped at the opportunity to snag the crown once Desdemona had involuntarily cast it aside. But his next set of words caused a singular brow to elevate upon her forehead as she recognized the arrogance lingering behind them, a wry chuckle cascading from her inky lips pulled taut over her bleached incisors that subsided almost as quickly as it had manifested as he mentioned the possibility of leaving little Dorian without a mother to raise him. She digested the meaning fully, now aware that the male had every intention of slaughtering her where she stood in order to retain the crown placed so crookedly atop his head, breaching the decision all too quickly to do unto the male what he desired to do unto her should she fall in defeat. This was a double-edged sword and if he wished to threaten her life, then she had no issue sealing the same fate upon him. The amusement that had consistently plagued her throughout the encounter thus far faded from her countenance then, her gaze never straying from his own even as he lowered his skull to her level, her upper lip just barely unfurling with the newfound rage bubbling within her, desiring nothing more than to set her plans in motion while he was so vulnerable. But she abstained from doing so, a blank expression falling across her countenance that remained rigid even as he addressed her. ?What is it that drives the behemoth before me to threaten my life ? my son?s?? she backfired, the inquiry sounding less like a question and more like a statement for she already knew the answer just as he knew. It was the one true answer to both of their questions, and it was power, and that was all it had to be. for TORTUGA |