I love you more than I love myself
12-03-2013, 10:50 PM
He had yet to see the dark woman bring any catches to his door, and he was partially interested as to exactly why she had not leapt upon the chance to thrive within his ranks; he knew she wanted to reach for the top, and yet something seemed to be preventing her flaunting her skulls about as a huntress. However there was that small chance that Isardis had simple not been around to see it. She would stretch her dark skull beneath the ivory of his exposed throat, and his crown would crane to further lock her touch against his skin. He would tighten against her scruff, only to release, and heal the imaginary wound he had formed with the kiss of a salmon tongue. He had no issues with the babe anymore, and her Valhallan status was long but forgotten. Still, he would not confide his trust within her just yet, but he would willingly offer her the chances to thrive. She would speak, and he would chuckle weakly, lips tweaking into a bemused smirk as the youth would pull from his contact. ?Actions speak louder than words, little charcoal,? he bubbled yet again, watching her in her new found distance. So be it. If she wanted to play the game of contact refusal he would allow her to, and he would engage in his own way, he would begin to turn, seeming to sway slightly from her path as he would ever-casually seek to draw himself from her proximities; to keep her wanting, hungry, and hopfully to cause her to follow. He would angle his head back towards her, cherry lips tweaked with amusement as he would speak, perhaps a suggestion she were to follow, ?So, has she been hunting?? ![[Image: TgW7k5D.png]](http://i.imgur.com/TgW7k5D.png) |