11-23-2018, 11:16 PM
If only he knew how she struggled, fighting what she thinks are demons. She’d been raised on the land, he knows, far from the sea and any water deeper than Loess’ springs. How can she know what she is? Ivar had submitted to instinct without a second thought, his sense of morality already flexible, and he has never looked back. Instinct tells him she is kelpie, but she is not like the others he knows. Isobell he had turned, Kaliope, Crashe, and Lothbrok he had sired. They are family, and she is something totally new.
Something delightful, he finds as her confession slips out.
He wants to ask more, to know more. How had she done it? Why? How had she felt as the bubbles of his last breath drifted past her? Had she slit his throat with those marvelous teeth, those blades shielded by the inquisitive lips that she runs down his shoulder? Had the water of her little pond gone murky red? The kelpie considers it even as he relaxes beneath her roving mouth, but his hunger has been sated recently enough that to feast again would leave him bloated.
She is safe. At least, her life is. For now.
“The Alliance,” he answers, remarkably placid. A good meal and pretty woman will do that, and he leans back against Deiti as though encouraging her continued attentions. One golden eye watches her from half-closed lids. “A dragon thought he might best me, but he wasn’t as strong as he thought. The fire though… that stung.” The kelpie shifts at the thought of it, the dark scales rippling over healing muscle.
@[Deiti]
Something delightful, he finds as her confession slips out.
He wants to ask more, to know more. How had she done it? Why? How had she felt as the bubbles of his last breath drifted past her? Had she slit his throat with those marvelous teeth, those blades shielded by the inquisitive lips that she runs down his shoulder? Had the water of her little pond gone murky red? The kelpie considers it even as he relaxes beneath her roving mouth, but his hunger has been sated recently enough that to feast again would leave him bloated.
She is safe. At least, her life is. For now.
“The Alliance,” he answers, remarkably placid. A good meal and pretty woman will do that, and he leans back against Deiti as though encouraging her continued attentions. One golden eye watches her from half-closed lids. “A dragon thought he might best me, but he wasn’t as strong as he thought. The fire though… that stung.” The kelpie shifts at the thought of it, the dark scales rippling over healing muscle.
@[Deiti]