05-15-2018, 07:14 PM
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She is something of a quick switch, and as he awakens from his deathly slumber, she is there to scold him. A low growl reverberates in his throat as he lifts himself from the snowy floor.
He narrowly avoids the spit, shifting left so that it isn’t able to touch him. She’s disrespectful, hot-headed…and god does it turn him on.
“You haven’t the faintest clue of what you’re capable of,” He states, words biting as he drifts closer once more. What was with him and this cat and mouse game? Usually he wouldn’t continue (but then again, he normally wasn’t the mouse). “Id be foolish to say I didn’t need you. We can harness your rage, use it to conquer everything in our path…” Her aura is not nearly as strong now, as he steps up to her towering frame once more. Ebony maw traces the delicate curve of her neck, breathes in her scent. “You are not a bastard of Ischia. Be a queen, like you deserve.”
@[Astarael]
She is something of a quick switch, and as he awakens from his deathly slumber, she is there to scold him. A low growl reverberates in his throat as he lifts himself from the snowy floor.
He narrowly avoids the spit, shifting left so that it isn’t able to touch him. She’s disrespectful, hot-headed…and god does it turn him on.
“You haven’t the faintest clue of what you’re capable of,” He states, words biting as he drifts closer once more. What was with him and this cat and mouse game? Usually he wouldn’t continue (but then again, he normally wasn’t the mouse). “Id be foolish to say I didn’t need you. We can harness your rage, use it to conquer everything in our path…” Her aura is not nearly as strong now, as he steps up to her towering frame once more. Ebony maw traces the delicate curve of her neck, breathes in her scent. “You are not a bastard of Ischia. Be a queen, like you deserve.”
Modicum Mortem
@[Astarael]
|Proceed with Caution|