blood on her skin dripping with sin

*Miyako* · 10-20-2013, 01:52 PM

The temptress before her drooled beneath her crown. Miyako was quivering underneath her fur, not from fear. The crashing of the waves sent a breeze, making her fur dance upon her skin. Canttina moved forward, giggling. May I feel your fur? Feel, her, fur? For a moment Miyako questioned the femme, but soon realized she wanted nothing more. Miyako took a step forward, now only a few centimetres from the dame, inviting her to venture nearer to her. Her fur was just brushing that of Canttina' s, sending shivers up her spine.
I like you, Miyako. Do you feel the pull? The pull? Miyako cocked her head to the side. "The pull, my lovely?"

ooc: Really sorry for the wait and crappiness

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