01-17-2019, 12:02 AM
i'd break the back of love for you.
@[Rouhi]
She watches him, eyes examining the way his lip curls around each syllable when he offers up his name. His face is kind like Wane’s but there is a quiet innocence there as well, without the hunger she had used to lure him in. Khuma sighs happily when he leans in against her to try and stave off some of the cold. Her question, though, causes her ear to turn in his direction while her eyes drift to the rest of the forest before them. Should she be honest with her new companion or would it be better to lie for now? She leans her head against his neck and gives a light shrug of her shoulders.
“I suppose it was time to leave my den. I was just lucky enough to bump into you,” she says softly, her voice all sweet and thick like honey. “Where do you live, Rouhi?”
Khuma ignores the snapping twigs nearby. She’s always been overly confident in her own strength and so she tends to ignore little noises or things that go bump in the night. The only thing that interests her now is where this one lives if she can use him to find her next target. Someday she hopes to snag herself a king or someone with power but for now, her heart only craves strong children. They fill the void Tatter and Varus left behind, but soon her young will need her strength to give them their own foundations.
“I don’t really have a home, myself. I’d like to find somewhere warm to settle,” she mumbles dreamily against his skin. Wane probably still inhabited the Icicle Isle and, while it had been a fine home to hatch Salvage, she’d rather avoid him for now. Smashing his heart to pieces wasn’t at the top of to-do list it seemed. The Chamber had been tolerable during the winter and an absolute paradise in summer, she remembers with a faint smile on her face. Anywhere like that would be ideal for her to raise another little egg.
“I suppose it was time to leave my den. I was just lucky enough to bump into you,” she says softly, her voice all sweet and thick like honey. “Where do you live, Rouhi?”
Khuma ignores the snapping twigs nearby. She’s always been overly confident in her own strength and so she tends to ignore little noises or things that go bump in the night. The only thing that interests her now is where this one lives if she can use him to find her next target. Someday she hopes to snag herself a king or someone with power but for now, her heart only craves strong children. They fill the void Tatter and Varus left behind, but soon her young will need her strength to give them their own foundations.
“I don’t really have a home, myself. I’d like to find somewhere warm to settle,” she mumbles dreamily against his skin. Wane probably still inhabited the Icicle Isle and, while it had been a fine home to hatch Salvage, she’d rather avoid him for now. Smashing his heart to pieces wasn’t at the top of to-do list it seemed. The Chamber had been tolerable during the winter and an absolute paradise in summer, she remembers with a faint smile on her face. Anywhere like that would be ideal for her to raise another little egg.
khuma.