Dancing with Fire and Ice.
10-11-2013, 07:49 PM
A snow derma'd giantess would trot across the warm, humid terrain of the Hot Springs. As she plodded along, heading for a soothing soak in the steamy waters, one would notice a tiny ebony feline padding along beside her, occasionally weaving between the woman's long, lithely muscled legs. A soft whisper of a voice would be heard falling from the she wolf's inky black lips; otherworldly, ethereal, and coated in a faint Russian accent. So, after I take a soak, I'm thinking we go somewhere cold to escape this suffocating heat. The icy temptress said, looking at the tiny black cat. The feline shrugged as best she could while walking, greenish yellow optics focussed warily on the waters before them. Rolling moonstone orbs, the fae trotted into the hot waters, and sank luxuriously into them, closing her eyes slightly and relaxing. The cat simply sat on the edge of the pool and wrapped her tail around her paws, eyes half lidded, relaxing as well. Suddenly, the cat's head shot up, and her tail puffed up. "I don't like the smell of the wolf headed this way, I'm outta here. Be careful." The cat whispered, her pleasant, high voice filling the ivory dame's auds before the cat shot off into the shadows and was gone. A pair of raven's feathers lay flush with a half submerged, long ivory banner, twitching in the breeze. She waited, aware of everything, yet outwardly calm. Talk like this |
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