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11-04-2015, 02:18 PM
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Your spine is ablaze
Felling any foe with my gaze Had she known his thoughts, she might have been a little insulted. The fact that she was female couldn't be the only reason she had earned his attention, right? His scent caught her nostrils first - musky and overpowering enough that she scrunched her mousy maw, making a face as she turned to see who he was. She recognized him a little, but she wouldn't go as far to say that she knew him. He was from the Dragon's Throat, just as she was, but she was not naive enough to believe that he was family. Aithniel knew that being in a herd did not make a family, and she also knew that she had little concept of what that word meant at all. She had been abandoned, dropped off and ignored. The Sun God was her light now, her true father, and that was a reason to be glad. There were so many reason to be glad now that she didn't stop enjoying splashing around in liquid sun until this shadow beast approached, cloaked in silver and rather imposing in size. She was smaller, but she didn't much care. The span of her wings was longer than we was, and she lifted her neck proudly, long, black and gold tendrils of hair curling around her pale, alabaster skin. His eyes stared at her in such a heavy way, as if his gaze was leaden and keeping her grounded. Yet that same expression burned, yanking the inhibitions from her mind while ever drawing her asunder. He approaches, and so does she. Aithniel was not a wall flower to coyly fan herself as the man came to her. No, she met him step for step, never breaking eye contact as she fanned her feathers, feeling them catch the breeze, fluttering and vibrating. All of these feelings were strange and new, but no one had ever told her right from wrong. No one told her the consequences, and she couldn't give a damn either way. She wanted this and wanted him. His voice was gravel, nearly as stony as his powerful physique, and she smirked. "Yes," she replied, offering absolutely no other explanation. She wasn't trying to be a tease, but being a frustrating little shit was etched into her DNA in big, bright, neon letters. Aithniel flashed her tail around her haunches, releasing scents into the air which could speak more than her argumentative attitude. |
@Reginald
But burn down our home
I won't leave alive
Please tag me in everything!
