How You Remind Me
05-14-2013, 07:14 PM
She did not thirst for power, she did not thirst for blood, she did not thirst for lust and she did not thirst for blood... Loki's mind was a ticking spidery wed of sticky lies, manipulations and promises. She craved for nothing but her own selfish ambitions. Her loyalties were questionable and her words even more so. Emerald green would glitter in the darkness, intrigued by this new twist in life's story. Did she wish to carry hit litter? His spawn? She would not abandon the pups as soon as they were weaned if she did. Despite her emotional attachment to damn near everything, she was not devoid of that motherly instinct, she loved her pups and she would love these if she agreed... granted it had been many years since she was last bred too and she was climbing the years in age, but she had no doubt that she could accomplish such a task. "Ah, how sweetly you stroke my narcissistic tendencies. Such sweet spoken words for the witch you wish to carry your seed." She would purr in response, tail flickering absentmindedly as she considered her answer. "Tell me before I allow you my body, what other stipulations come with such the high honor of carrying the King's heirs?" She wanted to know the details, the stipulations to such a monumental offering, would she be pried away from her pups? Would they know her for only a short while? She wanted to know the full levity of the entire situation. She was not so fast to readily agree. "Power does not appease me, nor prestige, nor honor. I need no respect and I require no tokens..." Her words would slither from her larynx like the sweetest sin and her bodice would move finally rising as she dragged herself up and onto her feet. She padded over to him, lowering her maw to brush his cheek affectionately. "I was named after the Norse God of Lies and Deceit for a reason. Honor does not bind my mind, power does not enrapture me. You need owe me no favor, save for the lack of my participation in this upcoming tournament, I have no desire to be a second, my lower rank will suffice." She would pause here give a moment to adjust. "The last time I took a gent within my body he left me and my pups abandoned. A coward in his own right. If I do this for you, I will raise no bastard children, you will be mine and I yours. You will take no other to your bed or so help me king or no I will dismember you with naught but my teeth. You will help me raise the spawn you place within my womb and you will lay beside me as they are born, so I may damn and curse you to my heart's content... do we have an accord?" Her tongue would escape onyx lips, coiling around one of his ears and teeth tugged just border lining on the edge of pain. Speech, |