TOO SICK TO PRAY }solstice challenge

The handsome male turned to look at her clearly looking as bored as she felt.  It wasn't fun always being left out of going ons and the battle-hungry gladiator had long been starved.  Well, she'd likely get her chance… she just needed to be patient.  After all she did have other needs to satisfy and if the male was inclined to turn his attention from the battle so would she.  

Aerndís rolled her shoulders seductively, eye's slightly hood as she let her scent blossom around her.  The male didn't smell of Solstice or Arcanum but if she had to guess she'd say he was related to the silver bitch, same eyespots and all.  Not that she really cared.  This whole thing was a mess and she was far more interested in satisfying herself.  The plan black-brown male wasn't nearly as appealing as the younger, blue-tinted one.  He stalked toward her and she licked her lips.  Pink tongue running over ivory fangs.


"Would I lie to you?"  She grinned.  "I can't say I've been too impressed by either party in this little endeavor, but you?  You are something to behold.  Why don't you show me more tempting sights?"


"Speech"