If looks could kill..

Oh how Renesme would burn, burn down to the very bone in a chaotic feel. Watching how the teasing words clawed away at the patience remaining like a ticking clock to the bland fae. It was all so exciting. Ooft and how that growl bubbled up the insides with a pleasure of excitement. " Do it again hunny, growl" The blood kissed lips would peel open twisting into a smirk, before walking around in circles, if Esme stands corrected its good to share opinions, to train in our combat skills, what a god damn pity narsha didn't think so. With a single nod to the theory about the king the snow queen halts to face the larger femme straight on to drill to a whole new level of the neutral wolfs personality. " Playthings? My oh my darling, come to what? A tap on the nose for my dark nature that's just all to exciting? The nature that Isardis also shares? wow Narsha!" With a cackle the mystical siren bows down to the sandstone dames efforts.