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*Silverback* · 08-23-2013, 01:49 PM

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He didn't flinch, or try to pull away. He remained as brave - or perhaps as stupid- as before. He even let out a pleasured growl at her touch. This inky soul that she had found in the depths seemed so ready to devote himself to her. Perhaps she would eat him. He seemed entirely willing. But he spoke to her now; calling her an angel. "Is that what you think?" the cat whispered in response. Silverback let out a rumbling growl of her own, pressing her muzzle deeper into his neck fur. She could feel the muscles beneath the hide, and the seasoned predator knew exactly where to bite.

But the hunter within was combated by the lover. A feathery chuff slipped from her muzzle - the breath-like love word among large cats. Stretched taunt between two familiar extremes, she raised a still clawed forepaw and slowly sought to press it against the male's side. If he did not move from her the pressure would slowly mount until he gave in. She was inviting him to lower himself, tempting him to go down beneath her claws and trust the beautiful beast that he found so alluring. Perhaps his bold show of adoration would save him -Silverback hadn't yet made up her mind- but either way she wanted to be in control.

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