05-24-2018, 05:14 PM
Everything is saturated in color. Shades of green press in around every golden line that defines Femur’s face and in the hard, black pools of her eyes Longclaw can see the peacock blue of his own reflection. All the beauty in the world was pressed tightly into their private bubble, just two sets of hungry eyes devouring the likes of each other’s endless adoration. He loves her wordlessly; he knows this might be their last encounter.
Longclaw aims to have her as many times as she can stand.
“Yes.” He murmurs, the soft apex of his vibrantly colored nose lowering to bump against her golden forehead, “I want to see it all razed in pale fire, scorched to ash. Everything made new and empty.” The stallion grunts, jerking his mouth towards one of her ears. He feels the pressure of growing fangs against his tongue, and in a flash of motion they’re buried underneath her snowy mane where he can press them eagerly into the supple folds of her flesh.
“For now,” He teases, dragging the deadly tips across the arc of his ghost-girl’s neck, “I think I’ll just burn you up instead.”
Claw enjoys the hedonistic feeling growing in his gut, letting it build before he finally gives into what she … what they both want. For the moment and far into the night he’s the Longclaw she deserves, the one Femur loved from the moment they first set eyes upon each other. The old Tephran stud, in turn, is still amazed at how much he needs and wants her - time has only increased that desperation.
Death could come for him now; Longclaw was more than ready.
OOC: It's time <3
Longclaw aims to have her as many times as she can stand.
“Yes.” He murmurs, the soft apex of his vibrantly colored nose lowering to bump against her golden forehead, “I want to see it all razed in pale fire, scorched to ash. Everything made new and empty.” The stallion grunts, jerking his mouth towards one of her ears. He feels the pressure of growing fangs against his tongue, and in a flash of motion they’re buried underneath her snowy mane where he can press them eagerly into the supple folds of her flesh.
“For now,” He teases, dragging the deadly tips across the arc of his ghost-girl’s neck, “I think I’ll just burn you up instead.”
Claw enjoys the hedonistic feeling growing in his gut, letting it build before he finally gives into what she … what they both want. For the moment and far into the night he’s the Longclaw she deserves, the one Femur loved from the moment they first set eyes upon each other. The old Tephran stud, in turn, is still amazed at how much he needs and wants her - time has only increased that desperation.
Death could come for him now; Longclaw was more than ready.
OOC: It's time <3
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