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*Sendoa* · 09-08-2013, 02:44 PM

There was something about him that was familiar, comfortable. It wasn't the same as with Isardis, whom she had practically raised for a year or more of his life. No, Taurig she had only just met, but the aura all around him allowed her to feel as if she had known him for a lifetime. She rather liked it. She didn't notice his wince, mostly because she was thinking of Isardis. As prideful as he was, she should have expected him to hide away and coddle his injured manhood before returning a triumphant king once more. Still, he had a duty, a position to hold. How would his women ever see him as powerful if he couldn't shake off a little bite? If she acted in such a manner Isardis would see her unfit as a warrior and would chastise her weakness. Still, these were thoughts she would dare not voice out loud. These thoughts existed only in her mind.

His incisors would part to give his reasoning for being here and she would nod, allowing those same fangs to graze the edge of her nose. She would offer a snort in return. ?I can imagine it is a fine place in the daylight - but I much prefer the light of the moon.? Sendoa had always been a night owl, and probably always would be. ?Look how stunning you are in the moonlight, Taurig. I can hardly believe none of your father's women have tried to take advantage of you.? Perhaps she was teasing, perhaps not - he might never truly know.

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