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01-17-2016, 06:36 PM
Zandora
Yes, dear, I'm smiling
Inside I'm dying
Inside I'm dying
It is quickly realized that the noir was no sunflower, no he was a specimen of all muscles and darkness, a black prince in glittering power. He releases his name into the tainted air that spoke of hunger, of raw want, of need. Her mind soaks his name into her brain, branding 'Volterra' in the flesh of her empty, dark, mind. Her purples lose contact with his crimsons as he turns to Evara, ears flickering back as her eyes traveled to the two dragons, each's eyes showing a feral hunger. They do not touch the sleeping leopard, and she is greatful, she wouldn't want anything to spoil the moment.
Crimson and amethyst connect again, and she drinks the sound of his voice as he speaks. He complimented her, red lanterns swallowing her frame once again. She can see the fire inside his eyes that burned within her core, the equal wanting of the two blacks in a shadowed forest. She stays still, wanting to be chased, wanting to be dominated. Her lips part, silken words falling from onyx lips, "Oh really-? I taste even better." She purrs. She flicked her tail, let her scent intoxicate him, just as his body did she, consider her words and invitation.
"Talk?"
OCC: whoops
@Volterra
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