07-17-2017, 01:00 AM
She can feel the weight of his glance cover her like a cloak. It is weighted and hungry as he seems to inspect her like a fascinating specimen, a fossil, an damp photograph found in the middle of the ocean. Epithet does not try to unravel him. She simply accepts the other shifter as he is as a whole. They are alike int he way they move, change, morph. It keeps others from looking too hard. It keeps the hungry hounds at bay.
The sound of his exhalation is not missed nor the way he rises to slink towards her with skin changing to mimic her own. The deep red gaze widens slightly as he tucks against her and causing her to catch her breath. The woman had not expected this and her skin jumps momentarily but she offers the soft tender part of of her throat. He attempts to start again, an eerie and almost mechanical like smile fleeting across his dark lips before they split to rough the hair at her hip. She catches a the small groan that attempts in her throat but instead swats him rather coyly with the thickness of her tail across his nose as she looks over one crimson striped shoulder, red eyes dancing despite her best efforts to appear bored with him. "I guess I can't say no when you ask like that." She sniffs her response with a haunting smirk, satisfied to feel him give at her will, pleasure crossing her dark features as she turns to offer her full attention despite the chaos that swells around them. Epithet moves to close the space between them, nails carving out the soil in small terrines. Her red eyes glitter in the anticipation. "What do you have in mind? How should we pass the time?" She challenges with her eyes and the sway of her hips. She is curious as to what his motivation was. Would it be a frolicking romp? Perhaps a fight? She certainly could not see him attempting to bring her home to mama lime a dazed mouse in the mouth of a pussy cat but so far Wyrm has yet to lose her interest and so she waits, tail twitching as the red of their pelts seem to bleed under the silver gaze of the pregnant moon.
The sound of his exhalation is not missed nor the way he rises to slink towards her with skin changing to mimic her own. The deep red gaze widens slightly as he tucks against her and causing her to catch her breath. The woman had not expected this and her skin jumps momentarily but she offers the soft tender part of of her throat. He attempts to start again, an eerie and almost mechanical like smile fleeting across his dark lips before they split to rough the hair at her hip. She catches a the small groan that attempts in her throat but instead swats him rather coyly with the thickness of her tail across his nose as she looks over one crimson striped shoulder, red eyes dancing despite her best efforts to appear bored with him. "I guess I can't say no when you ask like that." She sniffs her response with a haunting smirk, satisfied to feel him give at her will, pleasure crossing her dark features as she turns to offer her full attention despite the chaos that swells around them. Epithet moves to close the space between them, nails carving out the soil in small terrines. Her red eyes glitter in the anticipation. "What do you have in mind? How should we pass the time?" She challenges with her eyes and the sway of her hips. She is curious as to what his motivation was. Would it be a frolicking romp? Perhaps a fight? She certainly could not see him attempting to bring her home to mama lime a dazed mouse in the mouth of a pussy cat but so far Wyrm has yet to lose her interest and so she waits, tail twitching as the red of their pelts seem to bleed under the silver gaze of the pregnant moon.
Epithet