INSIDE THE FIRE

The challenge he uttered was laughable, she was not surprised that he was attempting dominance. But she had not been the lover of the masked Queen Canttina because she was pretty, oh no, it was for a reason much more deliciously dark. Standing, her every movement was deliberately slow, playing with the mind and the hunger within the sunset eyed man. She brought one tea cupped paw forward, then the other, until she was standing over the man, looking down at him. She remained at his closest flank, her claws barely brushing his mucky fur as she fixed her strange optics upon him. "Is that how you like it, my ghost? Do you like to be dominated?" She whispered, lowering her tiara to speak into his ear. As she purred into his pale audit, her breath stirred the hairs inside. Lifting her cranium, she turned on a dime and padded off, stopping at the pool to lap up some more of the water with her long salmon tongue. Standing with her back to the male, she looked over her petite shoulder at him. "Besides, the only attention you'll ever pay is to things that get you hot." She purred, flitting off to crush some of the pinpoints of colour she hadn't gotten to. She cloaked herself in a fa?ade of not paying attention to the man, but she was all to aware of him, because she knew he would not be laying down much longer. Tea cupped paws squished blossoms, destroyed colourful lives, and rid the area of what other saw as beauty.






"Speech"