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[Deiti]

All this talk of the past begins to stir emotions within me.  Anger that I felt when the betrayal of my Father came to light.  Trust of a stranger I called my Brother.  Hunger when I had looked into the face of my dying friend.  And now lust as my lips touch scaled flesh.  It is different than the first time he had touched me.  Then I had reacted in self-preservation, threatened for a moment by his sharp teeth raking across my equine hide.  But now I yearn for that same touch.  That control given into.

His answer is shocking.  A dragon.  So he isn't invincible after all.  This amuses me to wander across his multi-colored skin further.  Tracing the lines of light and dark.  Finding the contrasting symmetry quite pleasant to the mind and eye.  I walked this line often, tipping from one to the other with nothing more than a misplaced step.

To stay on the edge was a struggle, but so often I wondered what would happen if I let go?  Was the fall so deep I would not survive?  And who would bring me back from the darkest depths if I'd have fallen too far...?

These questions plague my mind just as disease plagues Beqanna.  A fate I had yet to meet.  But here I am, gambling with my life.  For what?

To feel a slight pulse of danger rattle my demons.

That is what Ivar truly is.  Something I want but something I am sure I can't have.  But it was fun to test those limits.  As my lips pull back and my predator teeth are left to rake along his scales.  A devious look glitters in my creased pupils under dark lashes.  Beckoning the monster from within to awaken and wreck my pretty little facade...

@[Ivar]