How You Remind Me
05-14-2013, 04:50 PM
Most did not linger about in Loki's presence, stopping for pleasantries when it was demanded, a quick dip of a head or a nod of hello, but the venom that so often spewed from Loki's jaws, often chased many away, she was not a friendly, open creature. She didn't enjoy and exchange of pleasantries and she didn't trust anyone... aside from maybe Fenrir. She talked circles around most and by the time they realized the words that fell were insult, the obsidian dame had vanished. She liked her solitude, Nnoitra was one of very...very few whom she could tolerate longer than a few scarce minutes. It was the only reason he had been permitted into her haven. His tones would reach her, the praise and flattery stroking her ego like a soothing balm, a smile would curl across her lips and she would shift only slightly, forelimbs stressing out before her while the rest of her sprawled out on the rocks. When Loki sprawled, she really sprawled, she had never grown out of the phase of thin, lengthy limbs and proportions. She was a lithe, thin thing that was much longer than she was broad, when she sprawled out, it was impressive to see how much room her thin build could take up. "By all means, do continue your flattery, I never tire of hearing my own strengths echoed back to me. You are welcome to my haven whenever you wish if that is your desire, an intellectual conversation is welcomed on occasion, my company, however, is less than pleasurable or so I am told." Hey honeyed voice would purr back to him, emerald eyes following his movements carefully. Her ears swiveled, swinging in the ceaseless blanket of night as he would mention an idea, followed quickly by the scent of her heat, it did not take her clever mind to piece together what he would ask her. Synapses connecting firmly in her brain she would tilt her head to the side, regarding him silently. She remained silent, allowing him to speak, she would grow swollen with child, she would grow heavy with his seed. If he wished for her to do this he better have something in it for her. Loki had no desire to swell large with babes. "Now I see the root of your flattery. Tell me sweetheart... why would you seek me to carry the product of your seed? Surely every bitch from here to the borders of Tortuga would line up to take your litter. What ideals swirl through your brain? You are not one to make an impulsive decision, what reasoning lingers behind your choice?" Clever she neither agreed nor declined his offer. She knew better than to blindly agree to a decision of such caliber, did she want to be a mother once more? Did she want to raise another handful of pups? her mind swirled with possibilities as she awaited his answer. Speech, |