Awakening [Any/All]

[Longclaw]

LONGCLAW

-I close my eyes, ignore the smoke-

Zephyr can’t possibly know or even begin to understand the quiver of pleasure he receives when she affirms his request. “I’ll be sure to inform you first, Longclaw,” She says, rousing a wickedly fanged grin over his darkened lips. He rather liked this side of Zephyr, the side that could take a nip and give it right back. Where the hell had she been hiding away all this time, and how had he not sniffed her out earlier?

No matter. He can see the quick diversion of her eyes, the way her mouth sets to stone as it forms the word Krigare. Longclaw can’t say that he blames her, not his idea of a dashing prince charming either. “His loss, your gain.” The blue stallion grunts, navy tail darting sideways to slap at his hide. “I wouldn’t be so quick to toss away a gem for a rock.” Claw offers, the first hint of his thoughts escaping in a low, inflamed tone.

Slowly, so that he wouldn’t be mistaken in his actions, the guard of Tephra extends his supple neck to brush the narrow curve of his lips reassuringly against her bared neck. The heat beneath his skin is unmistakable; his flame was always a part of everything he did. Retracting the touch after a moment’s rest, Longclaw turns aside with intentions to meander along the beach. It’s an apt night for the activity and right now, he’s restless.

“What’s the most shocking thing about having your sight restored?” He asks, waiting for her to match pace and join him at his side. Beneath them both, the waves curl up to break against their hooves. “Does everyone look how you imagined they would?”

@[Zephyr]