Nighttime Madness

She couldn't help but notice her power over this male, his eyes moving to watch her tail sweep behind her like a banner. She noticed his purple eyes, they burned into her mind. It wasn't often that she ran into someone with matching hued eyes, and she surly wasn't going to soon forget it. A sly smile crept its way on to her maw, pulling her black lips upwards. Yes, she held a bit of power over this brute, but Crucifix was no excuse to her. Never before had she felt so... right with another being before. Even her own brother made her shutter when he touched her, but this male? Well, she simply found herself yearning to feel his soft touch.

When Cru spoke, Othello felt taken aback by his comment. She wasn't sure if she should blush or chomp down on his paw. Shrugging her delicate shoulders, she decided to roll with the punches. "I am glad to be able to entertain you, sir." She said softly, her vocals silky smooth. She slumped forward slightly, running her damp nose up his leg and buried her face into his chest. Ah yes, he was soft indeed. Inhaling his musky scent, she slowly pulled back. Othello kept her body close, mere inches from the darker body of the brute. The heat poured off the creature, warming her smaller frame.

"What can I do to thank you for caring for me?" She whispered, running a single claw down the length of his leg. Ah, flirting was such a natural thing when it came to Crucifix. With others she needed to place on a facade, but with him it seemed that she could be natural. Oh how long it had been since she had let her own self reign. She wanted to know more about this cross-marked male, wanted to know why he above all others made her feel safe.