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Zandora Posts: 85

Outcast atk: 7.0 | def: 10 | dam: 3.0

Mare :: Unicorn :: 15 HH :: 7 years HP: 60.0 | Buff: NOVICE

Evara :: Black Leopard :: None ShadowMare

01-02-2016, 02:59 AM

Zandora

Yes, dear, I'm smiling
Inside I'm dying

Something sharp, fast, whipping, whispered through the forest tonight, her ears flicking back as if to follow the sounds that echoed in her drums. Glancing upwards, she could see a vibrant set of dragons eyeing her from a perch in the tree not to far from Evara. She snarled at the dragons, but did not have the chance to scare them away as man entered from behind. She kept her ears trained on the birds, still too wary of something happening to her new addition, her newest love. Zandora's eyes switched away from that of red and yellow to crimson and onyx. They followed the curve of his neck, chest, shoulders, the power in each flex of muscle easily seen. A patterned skull decorated the beast's face, and his body towered over hers with layers of corded muscle and sleek, shiny, skin. Low, deep, enthralling words spilled from porcelain and ebonite lips, her face mimicking the wicked smile that had melted onto the black's features.

"You are probably right-?" She started, a darkness glittering in orbs void of pupil. "But perhaps, that said mare-" She pauses again, stepping closer and reaching up so that her words did not need to be carried by the winds to his ears. "wants to meet monsters." She purred, words of woven silks and lures. The rogues and wilds of the forest did not scare her, but only tempted her to it's depths, her yearning for adventure and risk never leaving her. It was so much easier to live this way, to not get a fuck, and to fuck anyone she wanted. She did not want to deal with the pettiness of emotions, of feelings, of love, as far as she was concerned, the only thing that mattered, truly mattered; was the cub sleeping underneath the watch of the trees.

Pulling away, she passed him, eyes still glistening with a growing thirst. As she passed, purple locks lashed out at his hocks, a low chuckle releasing from the vixen's lips as she circled around to face the skulled man.

"Zandora."

"Talk?"

OCC: whoops

@Volterra