04-30-2020, 06:24 PM
MATURE CONTENT:
subject matter is sexually suggestive
When he can see that her face does not contort into a nasty scowl, and a snarl does not vibrate from her lungs, no bite, no kick ̶ nothing. His grin deepens and he creeps just a few inches closer. Her tone matches the came coolness his does, it is without tension, but not loosely given. “Well, well.” he responds to her first answer with a growling hum in his voice, as if that made him think of something just then.
“Oh, the pleasure is all mine, Hexen.” he smiles through her name, his gritty voice carving it just right as his teal eyes flick over her from rump to face. That witchy name, that body of hers, she was asking to get dragged away and made into a broodmare ̶ was she not? He almost laughed aloud to himself as he made such a degenerate joke. He does not ignore his primal whims. It has been proven to be fun, yet reckless, and those are only is opinions...surely some of his involuntary victims would not think so.
“You’re a wanderer then, eh?” he quirks his head to face his nearest eye to her, a half grin still dropping one side of his mouth. “Can you fight?”
chemdog
astra inclinant, sed non obligant.
@[Hexen] he finds her delicisios!
