La Belle Fleur Sauvage
12-16-2019, 10:05 PM
Koloskivi Roux - Male - Blackblood Dire
She used the word us freely, letting it drip from her tongue like honey. Paralyzed, and his feet are frozen. Something inside has him wondering is this real. Koloskivi knew she had heard him, but he didn't care that much. His teeth would rot away, he would lather all his skin and his blood would wear thin so why not have a little fun eh?
A hunt? Inside he was jumping for joy but on the outside he was calm and as still as a gargoyle. A small smile trickled from his brain down to his mouth slowly, seemingly cracking his face in half. The way she worded her last sentence made Koloskivi snicker, blinking for a moment. "A hunt vith you vould be splendid, our certain type of hunger could never be tamed vith a dainty, he clenched his jaw. "rabbit." He spit the word rabbit like it was toxic; ill in his mouth. For it would never belong in the beast's stomach; never would break down in his guts.
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