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*Silverback* · 08-22-2013, 03:00 PM

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The male watched her make her rounds, with benevolent expression and swaying tail. Silverback collected her tail beside her and stared at the male, keen eyes peircing through the smokey darkness.

What a bold little thing he was - the word described him perfectly, and though at first it had been amusing, it was bordering on irking now. Silverback was being extremely generous towards him, with her attention, but he seemed to just be waiting and watching her as though it were no more than his due. A prince he might have been once, but he wasn't in his kingdom now. There was no one to save him should the silvery queen decide to keep him in her clutches. The cat was unsure whether she was endeared by the fact or annoyed by it. She was no one's easy gift. She was a unattainable by any but those whom she wished to allow in her presence, and while the male had made himself interesting, but had not yet made himself desirable.

Perhaps, while Silverback mulled things over, and made up her mind, she would play with him a bit. She smiled, showing just a hint of fang as she sidled up to the strapping male and she her muzzle - and it's teeth - near the side of his neck. "What a brave thing you are," she purred. She let a raspy tongue snake out and drag against the side of his neck - a simple enough gesture to a cat who's tongue was often just a grooming tool. But of course, this was a movement given in hopes of a reaction. She wanted to see if this male knew what he was getting himself into; what sort of unpredictable fire it was that he was choosing to stand beside.

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