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She examines him, and he stands tall and proud beneath her observations. Each proud muscle bulks to its fullest extent, displaying all his hard lines and rugged sinews, whilst both dragons fix her with their penetrating gaze and assess her even as she assesses their bonded. She comes closer, and there's a feral gleam in the monster's eye as she responds to his words. His grin flexes and twists, his ears pivoting to follow her motions as she moves behind him and tickles his hind legs with her flowing violet tail. Then she's in front of him again, and his crimson gaze studies her intently. She gives her name - Zandora. "Volterra," comes his response. He continues to scrutinise her, trying to decide whether his advances will be well-met or not. She isn't fleeing for the hills yet, which has to be a good sign...He looks to the cub sheltered beneath the tree, using his sheer willpower to stop his dragons from swooping down on it. They both want to, that much is obvious, because to them anything that isn't horse or dragon is prey. Rather like their bonded - except he hunts differently to them. He is a predator of a different sort, and it is not his stomach he seeks to sate. "Your colouring is exquisite." He looks her up and down again, scanning that svelte body, those long, purple locks, and finding them deeply satisfying. Need gnaws away at his insides and his skulled face remains focused fully on her, ravenous, waiting to see what she'll do next. Will she run at the sight of him, all blatant masculinity and untamed desire, or will she remain and see how this little chance meeting goes? HEROES ALWAYS GET REMEMBERED BUT YOU KNOW LEGENDS NEVER DIE |
@Zandora
[ you can't stray from what you are, you're the closest thing to hell i've seen so far ]
[ use of force/magic on him is permitted aside from death/maiming ]
