07-30-2017, 01:57 PM
I love the way you rake my skin, I feel the hate you place inside.
Femur does not believe for one second that he is settled and peaceful now that she is visible, even as the flames go out in his eye sockets and his eyes are more normal. If she had to guess, he looked almost downright disappointed that she was not a more ferocious foe for him to battle and unleash those flames against and she cannot help the imperceptible quirk of her own lips in a smile that is altogether too sly for her small face. She can feel him looking her over and it amounts to nothing more than the Krampus-king’s looks had whenever Sinew had presented her to him - if they bore no striking resemblance to him or showed themselves capable of inspiring fear, he had little to do with them. Not that her mother would ever have let him easily snuff any of their inconsequential lives out like a candle on a birthday cake… but Femur remained unafraid, casting her own appraising look over the stallion.“Maybe not,” she mutters back as her eyes track his every move around her until she has to turn her head too much to see what he is doing. He seemed too much the predator, his interest in more like how the wolf eyes the lone doe grazing and knows her to be an easy meal for is pack… She is not a quick meal and never will be but the touch of his shoulder to her own distracts her as much as the way he whuffs at her skin as if his hunger is breathy and given voice and maybe, for a moment, she feels a little chill skitter down her spine. His lips then press and distract further against her skin, but she knows this is no chaste kiss but more like a shark’s exploration that is all bite as the pressure on her starts to suggest. There is no pain in it - yet, but she steels herself against it and goes absolutely still beneath the ministrations of his lips and teeth.
Just when she expects the bite to hurt, he pushes away and her eyes snap open. Femur wasn’t even aware that she had closed them, that she had let the predator lull her into a false stupor of safety. How foolish! She chides herself, even as he asks his question and it takes her moment to think of an appropriate answer that might satisfy him enough or leave him intrigued enough to remain. Femur is also unaware that parts of her are going invisible about until she is just a floating head and fanged mouth that answers him, “Both. It’s easier that way.” though she isn’t quite sure why she says that - what is easier about being forgotten or hiding? Trickery and mischief, she tells herself, that’s what. But then her curiosity gets the best of her and she rounds on him with a hard questioning stare, “How did you do that with your eyes, make them go all bright and hot and flamey?"
Femur