devil in the dark

*Zafira* · 03-26-2014, 07:52 PM

An intoxicating scent, one she had longed for a long time. The last male feline she had encountered had been Vask, the great spotted prince of the north. Since their last meeting, he seemed to have disappeared, which did not surprise the beast. Only for so long could any feline stand to be around so many wolves without the refreshing company of another great cat. A contented flick of her long, dark tipped tail would be the only tell that she was content. The immense form of a fire coated predator would bring a throaty purr of glee from the monster as she raised herself into a seated pose. Powerful chords of muscles would ripple as she moved, and a sly grin would creep onto her severe features. Eyes of primrose would find a pair the colour of evergreen canopies in spring. A deep voice with an accent quite similar to that of her golden spotted prince would resound through the cavern, a delighted purr meeting her ivory lined audits. A pleased sigh would escape dark lips as she listened to the all too truthful statement. "Lovely striped king, I am Zafira. Have you come to join me in the lonely existence provided by this forsaken land?" She would inquire, thickly accented Russian vocals a delighted purr.

One massive paw would lift, gesturing to the space at her side with an inviting smirk playing at her lips. Pale golden optics glittered in the dark shadows of the cavern, whip like tail flicking on occasion to display her emotions. She found this male to be quite handsome, and powerful. His body was magnificent; immense, coated in more muscle than even she possessed, and the colour of the noonday sun with bold obsidian stripes all over. Impressive, with beautiful eyes she could not find upon the face of any of her own kind. She would watch him, admire him, wait for him to make a move.

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