K I A D A
DO YOU FEEL LIKE A YOUNG GOD?
It worked, her idea. As he gazed upon her spotted rump, her challenge seemed to offer him all the more effort to actually try it. And so, she prepares herself for his weight, doing the best she can to try and figure out just how heavy the hybrid was. And when he finally rose upon her, the flames along her back flocked around his chest in their heatless plumes, licking along his body with shapes of birds and foxes interlaced throughout the fire. She situated herself for the event, preparing for whatever came next.
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Well, it was better than she could have imagined. As he moved away from her to her side, she aimed her dark, sweat ridden head over to his own monochromatic hide to lip at his shoulder. “Yes.” She breathed to him, breathless, agreeing that it was indeed what solved that feeling. Her flames had remained as foxes, though butterflies found their way through the flames to erupt along her topline. “Did Arakh like it?” She crooned with a smirk, lifting her dark head to look upon his own equally ebony helm.
Then, after a few moments of regaining her breath and strength, she looked out back into the Blood Falls. “Do you want to swim with me?” She questioned him, motioning with her head to the bloody river that peaked out from beyond crimson leaves. She was happy, content, and now she was simply yearning for some time spent with the boy, one where challenges and nature weren’t running the show. Perhaps it could be a regular occurrence as well, since it had been so enjoyable for those unaware of how it worked. She just wanted to know the man better.
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