11-06-2018, 08:45 PM
There was a time in her younger years where she had sought the attention of another. Needless to say, that flickering flame ended in an inferno on these very shores. Kori had stolen her affections with a boyish charm and whisky words, only left her heart broken and scorn. She had left the only thing she ever knew for him and he crushed her. Ever since, she had never sought the attention of others outside her family. They at least would not abandon her.
His touch ignites those feelings that had been buried deep within her core. The temptation and danger they presented began to warm her flesh. She does not fight against his caress, but neither does she lean into them. His intentions are made clear by all he says next and the further wandering of his pale lips.
The lavender of her tail flicks against her flea-bitten hide as he presents his wager. His gold eyes stare into the platinum-lavender of hers, gauging her reaction to such a claim. A crown for her freedom. She considers it with a switch of her view and it is in this brief moment that his jaw -filled with razor teeth- etch into her greying hide. The sudden movement and stabbing pain makes her spine dip low. Lavender ears flatten against her crown as air rattles through her nasal passages announcing her displeasure. She eyes him again, this time a little less humored.
Thoughts jumble on what has just happened and who exactly she has struck a deal with. It is a sacrifice she was willing to make though and when he grins(very handsomely) she turns to face him with a fire lit in her eyes, "I will consider your offer with one condition... No one shall know of this. Deal?" She didn't need others, especially her brothers to know she has struck a deal with the devil himself.
The night was growing long and she must return to her search, so she turns to take her leave. Lavender dipped limbs bring her to the jungles edge and when she turns back to view the piebald she has almost forgot one crucial detail, "And what am I to call you?" He had never released a title to her, and if she was to be his than it only made sense she knew who she belonged to.
Upon receiving a calling, she disappears into the humid landscape...
@[Ivar]
His touch ignites those feelings that had been buried deep within her core. The temptation and danger they presented began to warm her flesh. She does not fight against his caress, but neither does she lean into them. His intentions are made clear by all he says next and the further wandering of his pale lips.
The lavender of her tail flicks against her flea-bitten hide as he presents his wager. His gold eyes stare into the platinum-lavender of hers, gauging her reaction to such a claim. A crown for her freedom. She considers it with a switch of her view and it is in this brief moment that his jaw -filled with razor teeth- etch into her greying hide. The sudden movement and stabbing pain makes her spine dip low. Lavender ears flatten against her crown as air rattles through her nasal passages announcing her displeasure. She eyes him again, this time a little less humored.
Thoughts jumble on what has just happened and who exactly she has struck a deal with. It is a sacrifice she was willing to make though and when he grins(very handsomely) she turns to face him with a fire lit in her eyes, "I will consider your offer with one condition... No one shall know of this. Deal?" She didn't need others, especially her brothers to know she has struck a deal with the devil himself.
The night was growing long and she must return to her search, so she turns to take her leave. Lavender dipped limbs bring her to the jungles edge and when she turns back to view the piebald she has almost forgot one crucial detail, "And what am I to call you?" He had never released a title to her, and if she was to be his than it only made sense she knew who she belonged to.
Upon receiving a calling, she disappears into the humid landscape...
@[Ivar]