In a single beat of the heart her King graced the earth with his presence. She smiled at him, tail waging and ears slightly back with respect. As he asked what she had brought him she turned to Cirala. She nuzzled the other women's neck, her cheek and ran her sides along the others. She hoped to comfort her, she didn't want Cirala running off in fear of the Night King. If she could, she would have licked the darker female's cheeks and lips. She turned back to Kus, a sound of a soft rumble rolled within her happily as she approached him. Some might think her sounds were more cat like, a purr in the sense. She had learned she could mimic certain sounds like Kus to get across her pleasures, disappoints, her joy. Anger and fear were easy enough though from scent and body language. But right now she needed kus to understand she had taken a liking to the female, more than just liking. Her scent was fused with excitement, lust for Kus but also an attraction to Cirala.
As she came to Kus she would press her head into his shoulder, rubbing her cheek against his silky fur. Shivers raced through her as they always did when around him. When was the last time they had been alone? She would need to fix that soon, but not right now. She never feared Kus when she approached him, never feared his claws striking her, never feared his fangs that had left their mark on her throat; it actually turned her own thinking of it. She might be crazy to love something not of her own kind, to follow him without any doubts. But he was there for her, the only person to stick around for her. He kept her safe, kept her happy. And for exchange he had her body, her loyalty, her love. Hopefully he would understand she had brought a new female for him, but also for herself. She pulled back from Kus to look into his icy blues with her own unique sea foam greens before turning back to Cirala. She would attempt to come to her side and rear up to gently drape her upper body over the other female's back, a sign of claiming. She looked to Kus, tail waving madly behind her before hopping over and trotting back to him to press her body into him, mingling all three of their scents together as she rub Cirala's scent onto him.
If this worked she planned to go to the battle field to pick more flowers to give to Kus. She sat down between then, positioned so she could see them both. She felt rather pleased with herself as she waited, head lifted up high, eyes gleaming joyfully. Now Kus just had to accept her. But Elysia would want to take Cirala's tongue if it was to happen. A sudden idea hit her, mouth gaping open. She turned to Cirala with a grunt and nosed at her tender ribs. If Cirala showed her healing abilities, Kus would see just how valuable she was. She kept poking at her own ribs, brows creased to express her pain there. They were sore, really sore actually, but thankfully not broken. She could tell when she took deep breathes. It just still hurt like hell. It felt like a buck rammed into her ribs after long day of traveling.
"Speech"
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