11-25-2018, 01:48 PM
The chatter of the parrots overhead grows softer, but the kelpie is unsure whether it is because the flock has moved away or because his focus has begun to narrow in a familiar way. Perhaps both, he thinks, feeling the curious touch of the mare as she follows the lines of his markings. The sensation causes him to release a pleasured sigh, and he glances back just as Deiti bares her teeth. He grins as his attention focuses only on the kelpie beside him, and the expression revealed by his glittering teeth is breathtaking, but not at all reassuring.
She fears falling into the darkness, but Ivar has not left it for years.
From time to time he will act more civilized – hadn’t he attended that kingdom meet? A pointless thing beyond the necessary staking of his claim – but there is ever the monster lurking beneath, dictating his action. It is the monster that smiles at the slit-pupiled mare, that turns to press his hungry mouth against her sleek skin. She tastes of sweat and salt and woman, but it is the soft ridges of scales beneath his lips that thrills him most.
“You can’t drown me,” he says against the soft curve of her cheek, and the way he says it, like an offer, seems strange until he continues with a touch to her jaw. “But I think you might like to try.” Ivar’s questing mouth pauses above the quiver of her pulse. He means to taste it but he is patient, and the taste is always better when he swallows it with the seawater.
@[Deiti]
She fears falling into the darkness, but Ivar has not left it for years.
From time to time he will act more civilized – hadn’t he attended that kingdom meet? A pointless thing beyond the necessary staking of his claim – but there is ever the monster lurking beneath, dictating his action. It is the monster that smiles at the slit-pupiled mare, that turns to press his hungry mouth against her sleek skin. She tastes of sweat and salt and woman, but it is the soft ridges of scales beneath his lips that thrills him most.
“You can’t drown me,” he says against the soft curve of her cheek, and the way he says it, like an offer, seems strange until he continues with a touch to her jaw. “But I think you might like to try.” Ivar’s questing mouth pauses above the quiver of her pulse. He means to taste it but he is patient, and the taste is always better when he swallows it with the seawater.
@[Deiti]