12-30-2016, 02:33 AM
(This post was last modified: 12-30-2016, 02:44 AM by Stillwater.)
Stillwater
His words seemed to provoke her anger, though instead of acting, she sat on her haunches. It was not the normal reaction to be expected and caused him to study her more closely. Still angry, her tail swiped violently across the sand, disturbing the naturally sweeping pattern painted by the tide. Her muscles bunched taut, coiled to spring. A hidden smile tightened the corner of his mouth. The sea trickled over his feet as the tide ebbed in, a soothing caress across his skin.
When he mentioned Naga, his black kitten, she seemed to pause. The gears of her mind squeaked into play as she took his words to heart. So she could see wisdom when she wished, when it suited her. Naga could surely teach her a thing or two. It was pleasing to see she wasn't just a cotton-headed feline after all, that she could think through things for herself. But she was still rash and foolish in her actions.
"Well, perhaps I should practice?"
She retreated from his spray of water. He smiled knowingly. She was so quickly ignited, this little firecracker. So easily provoked into thoughtless action, acting before considering the consequences. Too easy.
Despite that he was standing in the water and her natural dislike of it, she recoiled and sprang at him. It was so tempting to take her. But this would suit him better. He stood unmoving as her claws pierced his skin, scratched deep into the muscle of his shoulder. He hissed with the pain, his teeth clamping tight. It was bearable, manageable. He rode the wave like an old friend, examining every sensation, every twitch of his nerves. As the pain dulled, a broad smile slowly grew on his face and he turned dark eyes on her.
Her eyes glowed from the power of her little success. So new, so inexperienced. She raised her weapon and licked it slowly clean, meeting his eyes as she did it. His dark smile widened and gray-blue eyes danced with danger.
Good kitty, he purred low, his voice deep and velvety. She must know Nayl would throw her out if she knew Celeana had attacked without proper cause. It certainly wasn't self-defense when he was the only one with a wound and she a lethal predator. He had no reason to attack her, no excuse like she and her aim for vengeance. Foolish kitty. So perfectly unwise. And now she was his.
He watched her intently as she cleaned the last claw.
Do you taste it, my kitten? he said low, so soft. Warm fluids slowly trickled out of his wounds, slipping to the water where little red drops exploded in watery clouds of color. Do you taste it in my blood? That subtle difference. The one a fine cat like you might come to crave after they've tasted it.
How would you like to crave me? To know I am the only one that can sate that hunger. Like a vampire out for his blood alone. She was too easy. Too irrational. Perhaps one day she would learn not to act in such haste, but for now he would relish in her mistake. Did she really think Nayl would not notice the marks against his perfect flesh? He and the Queen were never apart for long enough for the wounds to have time to fully heal in her absence. She would see them. She would ask.
And would he tell?
He chuckled low and stepped closer to her, his back legs still brushed so sweetly by the sea.
You're going to be a good kitty, now won't you? Act on my bidding and no one has to learn about this unfortunate incident. He turned to walk away, but stopped and flashed her a look of feigned innocence.
Oh. Unless you were wanting me to parade before all Nerine like your little trophy? Proof of the lengths you'll go to claim your own justice? What would you do to the Queen, I wonder, for taking your lover's little crown? He laughed, deep and clear from the barrel of his chest. Shaking his head, he continued his path home as blood marked his trail like Hansel's bread crumbs. You are mine, kitten.
I'll call for you when I have need of you.
When he mentioned Naga, his black kitten, she seemed to pause. The gears of her mind squeaked into play as she took his words to heart. So she could see wisdom when she wished, when it suited her. Naga could surely teach her a thing or two. It was pleasing to see she wasn't just a cotton-headed feline after all, that she could think through things for herself. But she was still rash and foolish in her actions.
"Well, perhaps I should practice?"
She retreated from his spray of water. He smiled knowingly. She was so quickly ignited, this little firecracker. So easily provoked into thoughtless action, acting before considering the consequences. Too easy.
Despite that he was standing in the water and her natural dislike of it, she recoiled and sprang at him. It was so tempting to take her. But this would suit him better. He stood unmoving as her claws pierced his skin, scratched deep into the muscle of his shoulder. He hissed with the pain, his teeth clamping tight. It was bearable, manageable. He rode the wave like an old friend, examining every sensation, every twitch of his nerves. As the pain dulled, a broad smile slowly grew on his face and he turned dark eyes on her.
Her eyes glowed from the power of her little success. So new, so inexperienced. She raised her weapon and licked it slowly clean, meeting his eyes as she did it. His dark smile widened and gray-blue eyes danced with danger.
Good kitty, he purred low, his voice deep and velvety. She must know Nayl would throw her out if she knew Celeana had attacked without proper cause. It certainly wasn't self-defense when he was the only one with a wound and she a lethal predator. He had no reason to attack her, no excuse like she and her aim for vengeance. Foolish kitty. So perfectly unwise. And now she was his.
He watched her intently as she cleaned the last claw.
Do you taste it, my kitten? he said low, so soft. Warm fluids slowly trickled out of his wounds, slipping to the water where little red drops exploded in watery clouds of color. Do you taste it in my blood? That subtle difference. The one a fine cat like you might come to crave after they've tasted it.
How would you like to crave me? To know I am the only one that can sate that hunger. Like a vampire out for his blood alone. She was too easy. Too irrational. Perhaps one day she would learn not to act in such haste, but for now he would relish in her mistake. Did she really think Nayl would not notice the marks against his perfect flesh? He and the Queen were never apart for long enough for the wounds to have time to fully heal in her absence. She would see them. She would ask.
And would he tell?
He chuckled low and stepped closer to her, his back legs still brushed so sweetly by the sea.
You're going to be a good kitty, now won't you? Act on my bidding and no one has to learn about this unfortunate incident. He turned to walk away, but stopped and flashed her a look of feigned innocence.
Oh. Unless you were wanting me to parade before all Nerine like your little trophy? Proof of the lengths you'll go to claim your own justice? What would you do to the Queen, I wonder, for taking your lover's little crown? He laughed, deep and clear from the barrel of his chest. Shaking his head, he continued his path home as blood marked his trail like Hansel's bread crumbs. You are mine, kitten.
I'll call for you when I have need of you.
go down with me, fall with me, lets make it worth it