children of war
10-02-2013, 10:18 AM
?Ah, there she is,? His tones came just in time for him to come into view. Her eyes met him with sharp dislike. Flicking over the whole of him to take in his eagerness as he would invade upon her make shift "territory". Was it not hers? Had they not given this space to her? She would be a fool to think she could protect this ground, though, and Isardis only solidified that fact as he tramped right up to her. There was no hesitation. He was a lord overlooking the spoils of a war yet fought. She was his to do what he pleased with. Her nostrils flared, taking in the scent of him. In her unfortunate state his scent was sickly sweet, like honey. And, well, if he was the honey then she was the bear. His scent gave her a high, longing for him in a way that made her sick. How could her body so quickly become an enemy to her mind? She wanted nothing of this male and yet her limbs ached to approach him, to give herself so easily over to him. ?Don?t fight it darling, you will discover to enjoy it?s hold upon you, my hold upon you. and if you do not, you will soon learn to, aggression only excites me more so.? She smirked coldly as the male stopped, already too close for comfort. "Don't flatter yourself." Her tones were chipped ice, moving herself out of the corner. Bile rose in her throat as she came ever nearer to the king, her tail firmly pressed between her legs. "I yearn for you the way a fish yearns for molten lava," Her eyes met his before she sidestepped him. Her back haunches, keeping her tail as tight between her legs as possible, not to be submissive but to keep him from merging with her body. She pivoted once she more as she gave herself open ground. No longer cornered she only had to keep that tail firmly tucked. Speech, |
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