12-07-2017, 10:25 PM
As her needle-like fangs pierce his soft flesh, she can't help but feel a bit disappointed. There was such potential here. What a pity, she thinks. That is until his muscles begin to seize. Ripping himself away from her grasp. It is much stronger this time and as he moves off, parts shifting to reptilian, a grin paints across her maw.
Thrusting her wings to lift her off the ground, she moves off a distance to watch his transformation. Hooves remain clawed-toes. Hide becomes rough and ridged. His neck elongates and jaw narrows. Filling with razor-edged teeth. Auburn eyes take it all in. Now this is more like it. A deep roar echoes from deep within the beast he has become. It's the kind of sound that would give lesser equines nightmares at night. Not her. She feels the vibration within her core. Eyes half shut in pleasure as it radiates through her.
Then, she can hear his thoughts. They are primal and in much need of direction. His glassy eyes land upon her, she hears prey. No, is her only thought. Not knowing if he can hear her, as she can him. The pair of wings at her sides remain unfurled in case she needs to make an escape. Even in the face of possible demise she can't help but grin in satisfaction. He remains looking at her. Watching. Waiting..
Brow cocks inquisitively while looking him over. The large expanse of wings at his sides convinces her that he could indeed fly. But for the sake of experimenting she questions it, can you fly Castile?
Thrusting her wings to lift her off the ground, she moves off a distance to watch his transformation. Hooves remain clawed-toes. Hide becomes rough and ridged. His neck elongates and jaw narrows. Filling with razor-edged teeth. Auburn eyes take it all in. Now this is more like it. A deep roar echoes from deep within the beast he has become. It's the kind of sound that would give lesser equines nightmares at night. Not her. She feels the vibration within her core. Eyes half shut in pleasure as it radiates through her.
Then, she can hear his thoughts. They are primal and in much need of direction. His glassy eyes land upon her, she hears prey. No, is her only thought. Not knowing if he can hear her, as she can him. The pair of wings at her sides remain unfurled in case she needs to make an escape. Even in the face of possible demise she can't help but grin in satisfaction. He remains looking at her. Watching. Waiting..
Brow cocks inquisitively while looking him over. The large expanse of wings at his sides convinces her that he could indeed fly. But for the sake of experimenting she questions it, can you fly Castile?
Karaugh
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@[Castile] lol ok this is kind of crap cuz I don't know how to get her to know of the telepathic bond. It'll be like playing Simon says for a bit and I don't want to power play too much.
Take a bite
If you dare