Płaying our petty łittłe game
10-01-2014, 05:01 PM
Kylar would follow, moving as a silent shadow behind her. She would stifle the grin that threatened to lift her lips. He paced back and forth her, agitated about something. Heavily accented words would pull her attention from her pacing lover to the stranger before her. Immediate irritation flared in her gaze. All she wanted was to know who ruled here? Well, the silver would happily inform her of who she was. Lips would curl in a wicked smile that was bordering on a snarl. The woman would make introductions, but as of now, she had no use for this woman's name. Nor did she have the right to ask for her own. My dear, you mean to tell me that you pulled me from the comforts of my den and lover, just to see who I was?" Eyes would darken with something dangerous. A humorless chuckle would roll off her tongue. Her crown would tip so that she could glance over her shoulder at Kylar. "What do you think, baby?" Amusement danced across her decorated face as she attempt to pull her mate to her side with simple words. Swinging her gaze back to the woman who had so confidently seated herself, she would speak again. "If you are so eager for knowledge, perhaps you should stay." The Queen would purr, intending the draw woman in. She wasn't sure what it was, but ever since her wild night of rough love with Kylar, she felt right again, ready to take on the world and whatever it decided to throw at her. But she also wanted to play. A need to play the game of cat and mouse was overwhelming. Her willingness for rough and dangerous play would undoubtedly be her downfall one day, but now she was going to enjoy it. HER WORDS HERE HIS WORDS HERE |
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