Nothing's New

As Absinth snapped her teeth at Raka, the horned woman shot forward with the speed of a snake. Brushing her offending tongue right on the tip of her barred pearly whites. It was only the briefest touch, barely the brush of a feather, and Raka was pulling back again. Looking very much like the cat that got the cream. She wasn't sure what it was exactly about Absinth, but this woman brought out a side of her she didn't otherwise display. Playful, and daring, and more than a little cocky. Truthfully, it was inexperienced flirting. Playing with fire because she could. Because it was fun, exciting and new.


She perked up at the mention of a prize, letting some of the playfulness fall away like dust on her coat. She was also competitive, and felt a drive to prove herself to Absinth. “I can be persuasive” She said as she bounced a little on her paws, stretching them out as she adopted a basic defensive stance. Being her knees, spreading her paws, and lowering her horned head so that the hard ivory sat between her and Absinth.