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06-21-2015, 12:59 PM
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Isopia
Somehow she is relieved to hear that he approves of her positioning and placement. Though the emotion strikes her as odd - she didn't need his validation. As she runs the argument and justifications through her mind she knows that her reasoning was sound and valid, her placement impeccable. Yet she still wanted to know that he thought so too. It was strange, and unsettling. Slave-driver Isopia forces a smile, the quickly becomes genuine as she realizes that he was simply playing along with her little jest. It was forced at first only because her thoughts felt rushed - there was too much new information in the form of feelings and tingles that she needed time to account for and understand. Somehow Volterra didn't need that same respite. He got right to work. Perhaps he felt nothing of what she did, perhaps these feelings were unique to her - some sort of disease of the body. Indeed, it had all the characteristics of some sort of malady; her heart was racing, and she could hear her pulse in her ears. Her body temperature had surely risen - at least it felt that way - and yet she felt chills down her spine every so often. Her speech had faltered numerous times and it felt as though a cloud had fallen over her rational-mind, making it hard to think. Perhaps she was indeed sick with something. Isopia stands dumbly for a moment as the earth around her begins to move. Her half-glazed stare watches mutely as Volterra shifts the earth. Her large golden eyes watch as Volterra's body seems to resonate with the movements of the land around him, and the earthen-child sighs with the The awkward realization that she had been standing there gawking at him while he worked suddenly became apparent. Iso shook her quad-horned skull as if to snap herself out of it, and moved towards her hut. With a gentle persistence she coaxed some of the rocks around them into life, gently nudging them into place with her mind. The roof of her hut slow began to form: a large circle that bowed upwards in the center. It stretched and flexed with her magic, finally fusing against the foundation and pillars which had already been constructed. She hears his grunt - and the primitive masculine sound of it pulls her attention away from her own task. Sweat has already begun to flatten parts of her mane against her skull, but also to cause it to wave carelessly in other places. Her chest and flanks have darkened to the colour of wet sand and drying blood with her efforts, but her eyes appear bright and invigorated despite the aches of her body. At this query, Isopia did a quick mental calculation. It involved superimposing both of their bodies over what was merely a pile of rocks, to ensure that two would fit - two specifically of their size. A voice that seemed to emanate from the rapidly spreading warmth in her belly imaged the ring of rocks even smaller. But then we would have to squish- She responded, foolishly thinking logic could make the heat go away. That's the point, her lust-voice responded with a flare of heat. Embarrassed heat flooded her cheeks, but luckily the darkness of her markings hid it. "Yes." She acknowledged, biting on the side of her lip to keep herself from voicing those thoughts, or even smiling at them. |
