you're just going to have to go with the flow

The air was frivolous and flirty between the two women. Enyo followed Valkeyrie into the depths of the cave, not entirely sure of what to expect. Nearly mesmerized by the way Valkeyrie's coat reflected the ethereal glow of the luminous mushrooms further down the path. As Valkeyrie moved ahead, Enyo’s eyes tracked her with a keen, almost predatory intensity. Valkeyrie would explore the cavern, Enyo silently following behind the smaller woman and finding satisfaction in watching her. The joy and wonder upon the darker woman's face touched Enyo a bit, causing her to softly smile in the darkness. However useless this seemed to Enyo, it seemed quite fulfilling for her company. This area had a damp musk reminding the war goddess of potential danger.

She watched Valkeyrie hustle ahead, the younger she-wolf’s wonderous energy made her feel youthful to Enyo. A stark contrast to Enyo’s steady, imposing demeanor. Whatever Valkeyrie studied, Enyo would take a step closer to see what could possibly be so interesting. Paintings on stone... How fascinating. Yet, something was captivating about Valkeyrie’s coyness, the way she flirted between shyness and boldness. It amused Enyo, but more than that, it intrigued her. It was as if Valkeyrie was dangling a treat in front of Enyo's nose, as soon as Enyo thought she was going to bite... Valkeyrie pulled away.

As they entered the cavern, the glow from the mushrooms bathed the space in an otherworldly light, casting an eerie yet mesmerizing glow on everything it touched. Even the cavern seemed too smoothly carved to be natural. Just who exactly took the time to accomplish such a feat? Enyo’s eyes scanned the room, taking in the sight of the glowing fungi and the scattered bones that hinted at the cave’s dangers. Despite the beauty, her instincts remained sharp, ever vigilant. Especially with the earthy smell of bones. Were they foolish enough to consume the mushrooms? As Enyo turned to look at all the pathways and tunnels she feared they may have gotten lost.

Enyo stood there, her body still as her mind worked through all the possibilities. All the threats and danger. She had just decided that she would not go too far deep when Valkeyrie’s tail brushed along her body, teasingly trailing under her chin, a fleeting touch that sent a subtle shiver through her powerful frame. Her thick, velvety voice rumbling softly in her throat, “Careful, little raven.” The words dripped with both amusement and warning, her tone as dark and rich as the scent of mahogany and leather that clung to her. She followed at a measured pace, each step calculated, her gaze never straying from Valkeyrie’s lithe form.

Valkeyrie would move away again, deeper into the widening maw of the cavern. Enyo would follow suit. Even more bones, rib cages, ulnas, and scapulas... Corpses were things that Enyo was all too familiar with. Their sight did not bother her. However, she noticed a pattern... Remnants often remained surrounded by the shrooms. Or did the fungi take advantage of the scarce nutrients and grow? The sight of the bones only fueled her protective instincts. A quality she often masked behind her arrogance but which was always present, especially when in the company of those she deemed worthy of it. So far, Valkeryie seemed quite deserving.

To make love in such illumination? How exciting!

Valkeyrie’s voice broke the silence, drawing Enyo’s attention back to her. "Magical, indeed," she replied, her voice carrying the weight of her authority. She moved closer to Valkeyrie, her large frame dominating the space between them as she took in the younger wolf’s awe-stricken expression. How cute, she would think in a nearly condescending way. Enyo’s gaze softened just a fraction, though her demeanor remained as formidable as ever. "But beauty often hides danger," she continued, her tone a low, rumbling purr, "These mushrooms clearly deadly to the touch- to the taste. Only a fool would be lured in without caution."

Harsh perhaps, to speak of the dead. But it was true.

She let the words hang in the air, her eyes locking onto Valkeyrie’s with a piercing intensity. "Stay close, Valkeyrie. I’ll ensure we have no misadventure… unless, of course, you prefer to flirt with danger." If that was the case, Enyo would not participate further. If Valkeyrie desired to go too deep or play around with the mushrooms, Enyo would not be of help.

Enyo’s thoughts were a whirlwind of strategy and desire, her mind already plotting the next move in this dance of power and attraction. How could she make Valkeyrie thirst for her in the manner she did? Valkeyrie’s modesty, and her shy yet bold gestures, were a challenge Enyo found herself eager to meet. At this moment, surrounded by the strange beauty of the mushrooms, she felt alive and invigorated by the push and pull of their rapidly growing connection.

"Although I'd prefer you flirted with me instead."





"SPEECH"