Rolled up looking picture perfect
Her acidic gaze trails along every inch of his body in response to his inspection of her slender body, the smirk that curls his lips lifting slightly. He enjoyed having her return the favor, it wasn't often that he was graced with the presence of such a beautiful young lady. Surely she still had her innocence. How wonderful would it be to tell Kylar he fucked his little girl... His lips twitch at the thought, saliva beginning to build up within his mouth. The thought itself was inciting. 'Basanti' His attention is ensnared by the girl once more as she speaks, and his wild fantasies begin to seep back into the folds of his brain. Basanti... It fit her looks, but did it fit her personality? He would soon find out. She is a courageous creature, she begins to approach him and destroy the space that separates them. She stands inches away from him now, their shoulders aligned with one another as she cranes her neck outward and inspects his harness. Ahh.... So she has never seen a harness before? Before he can say something, she reaches out even farther, the tip of her black nose pressing gently into one of the spikes that litters his harness. He does not dare to move, he feels the impulse to inflict harm on her, but doesn't wish to do it this way. He wants to in another way though... "A harness." He responds simply, his masculine voice booming within the silence that accompanies them. He attempts to turn himself now, wanting to face the girl so their eyes could directly align. He drops his skull down to her level, his nose aiming to dangle directly in front of hers, almost close enough to touch one another. "I took it from some mutt I murdered, claimed he picked it up from this run down building that had supplies for animals humans used to enslave." A deep and humorless chuckle rumbles within his chest, his skull lifting again to his full height. "He didn't need it anymore." |