Running [Ifrit]

How long had it been since she had last played? Since she had last tried to truly bond with a companion? To let someone in, a friend, a companion, an ally... anybody? She had been so cold, so hard, for so long. It wasn't her, it wasn't the way she wanted to be, but she had been a coward and she had chosen to hide instead of facing the obvious truth. Ciroc was lost to her. her mate was gone. There would be no reclaiming him and she could not grieve forever.

She cocked her head to the side, observing the massive male for the first time, really seeing him and not just another face in the crowd, she took his colorings, his coat to memory, the strength of the muscles that rippled and set beneath tough, scarred flesh, and finally she reached his piercing, hollow orange eyes that carried nothing. No emotion, no joy, no laughter, no love, no sadness, no rage... well that needed to change didn't it?

She dragged her legs beneath her, pushing her bodice up and off the ground and trotted forward a gentle smile upon her maw, she invaded his personal space, she had done so before, why not do so again? She reached her friend and reared up on her hind legs, looping her arms around his neck and pressing the tip of her nose to his own. "Its easy..." She drawled playfully. "I chase you, touch you, the roles are reversed, you chase me, touch me and the roles are reversed... understand?"