If Walls Could Speak

She could clearly notice the bulk of himself as he fought around words with her. It didn't really matter if it was her or the kill, but he had her interest. She hoped she had his too. For now she'd go on to ignore the obvious, obvious for a sultry fae that was. It was all part of the game.

When he had insisted she needed proof she huffed humorously through the mound of meat in her mouth, "You want a mark to match?" She playfully threatened, gesturing to the massive tear in the deer's withers from her serrated teeth. Of course everything else was from him, the twitching deer between each other's tongues. Her own explanation just that he beat her to the final blow.

She didn't give him much warning before taking a surprising leap from the deer, releasing it from her jaws and aiming to topple the large brute at least off the deer and maybe get him on his back for a moment. Perhaps he could tell she wasn't so serious about maiming him, but that she was willing to dance. It had been a long time since she 'sparred' anyone. She was ready to see how he'd play along or if he'd get some kind of hurt ego. Maybe she'd ragdoll around a little. That could make it fun for him as long as she kept the effort of the challenge.

"Fiametta"