she always tries, truth or lie
10-17-2013, 02:04 AM
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She would watch, grateful as he would gorge himself upon the body of the deceased being; glad that little would be wasted as he worked so effortlessly at its fragile skeleton. He would retract after some time, licking satisfyingly at his lips as Paradise would allow vibrant lanterns to wander back to his now-familiar gaze. So relieved she was to have seen him make the most of his catch, it was expressed in a sweetheart smile, lips tweaking upwards at his mannered words. A lady? She giggled softly, parting their contact to gaze bashfully at the earth, lifting to taking a careful stride closer to him and sit upon her haunches; seemingly busy cleaning her forelimbs. As if she had thought their bodies were one, somewhat unconsciously he would spot a mark of blood against the grey and russet hairs of his broad chest; tongue straying amidst her licks to spend a few moments cleansing it for him before she would make her way back to her own chest. Wait, what? She froze for a moment, tongue still pressed against her skin as she realised what had been done, and sheepishly she would lift her eyes to peer warily upon, nervous of the expression she may have triggered. |