[mature] A beautiful face is a mute recommendation - Longclaw

[Longclaw]

LongClaw

-I close my eyes, Ignore the smoke-

There’s a change in his little bird. The fevered touch of her lips pressing, preening, even parting to allow her teeth a nip or two - this is very unlike the Marigold he so remembers. For a moment Longclaw is numb to the sensation, he’s busy thinking about the future anyways. But then her drive becomes thick with intent (she clearly wants something) and so he pushes the haze of pride and lustful satisfaction away to refocus it on her.

He’s content enough for now to let her have her way.

“Playful thing.” He calls her, but she won’t mistake the humor in his voice or the wild glint that suddenly sparks in his eyes. The male in him takes over, twisting his body around so that the two are tail-to-nose and from there, Claw is happy to begin grooming her. There’s no rush; for now everything is peaceful and Tephra isn’t erupting in flames. Longclaw has ample time to work loose the knots gathering around her shoulders, to smooth the sweat-wrinkled skin of her back with a quick scratch scratch of his exposed teeth.

He works methodically; never without reason or purpose. “I wonder how many times you’ve shifted yet?” He ponders out loud, for her benefit. “It would be … interesting,” he pauses, “to run together in our other skins, don’t you think?” The blue stallion offers, surprising himself at the suddenness of it. The feel of the wolfskin had become close to annoying in the last few months, but for the sake of Marigold’s wellbeing and his own peace of mind, he knew she needed to learn the art like the back of her hoof.

“Or paw, in this case.” He thinks silently to himself, a soft gust of a laughter the only sound to accompany his invitation to switch their forms.

@[Diorae] lesson #1