under the moonlight

*Sendoa* · 09-16-2013, 07:48 PM

There was a certain excitement brewing just behind emerald pools, circulating in the forefront of her mind. Already she could see the wars, the proud battles she would lead. Sendoa lived for war, and breathed bloodshed. It was in her very core. She laid eyes upon the pallid brother, the smile remaining on her lips. He affirmed her wish for blood, to which she gave a confident nod. There would be battles, there would be lives lost - one of which could even be her own. That would be honorable in itself. She wasn't afraid. She followed his line of sight as it shifted, twisting toward the grove of pines he'd emerged from. Was that his homeland, the land of the empire she'd just agreed to serve? Curiosity brimmed in her features as she twisted her muzzle toward his nape, tugging at it ever so lightly before trailing her hot breath toward his ear. ?Take me home, Isardis.? She would whisper seductively into the folds of his ear. She recoiled from him, slithering in front of him and attempting to flick her tail at his pinkish nose. With that tease, the woman would head off in the direction of the pines, slowly so that he could correct her if that was not the intended direction.

Exit Sendoa unless stopped.

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