cleaving through flesh
07-09-2014, 02:50 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-09-2014, 03:36 PM by Neios.)
His demonic mistress would lean into his embrace, her jaws snapping playfully toward his lips as they intertwined into one. He would allow himself to fall defenseless in this moment, but only for a second, as he only felt safe enough to relax when he was wrapped up in his strongest siblings arms. A sigh would escapade his slackened jaws before he would pull himself away from the group, backpedaling until he could see all their faces. The first to speak would be his smaller sister, Cascade, suggesting they hunt the elk herd that was bedding down by the stream. He would nod his head in acknowledgement, frigid eyes turning toward Pandia as responded to what Cascade had said. She would suggest they go for an elder or newborn, and he man would shake his head from left to right, ebony lips creasing into a displeased smirk. "We will go after the largest, the most powerful, and most cunning bull in the herd. We cannot take down the weak while the strong are still standing." He would correct the dame, expecting her to understand and agree with his logic. Nausica would be the next to speak, and his amethyst eyes would turn toward her, lips straightening back to his emotionless expression. Before he could address the group Mevia would speak up again, her pale form bounding toward the middle of the group as she wanted the full attention to be on her. "Come, come! The river is this way!" Without another word the wolverine would bound away from the group, and Neios would turn and follow her without hesitation, as he knew he could count on his companion to lead them there. "Speech" |