Curtain of Stone

She heard movement within and froze, she could tell by his steps he wasn't in the best of moods. She could feel him practically storm through the opening of the wall. He growled softly, lurking in the darkness.

"What did I tell you..." She shrank down, she didn't remember him telling her. She thought the opening at the end was all fixed, there would be no danger surely?

She glanced as he emerged from the shadows like a titanic wraith, a nightmare as the torch caught only the vibrant blues of his coat and storm shadowed eyes. She was struck with both fear and the undeniable pull to please him. Her emotions tangled together as he brushed the fur behind her ears and she drew in a sharp breath in response. Clay in his paws as he pressed her down to sit. Should she resist? Could she even try? Would he like that?

"We... we still can." She was grasping for her mind again, "I didn't realize... you seemed busy..." Warm malleable clay, maybe it would please him more if she flowed like water for him?

"Ignita"