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02-24-2016, 09:50 PM
Zandora
Yes, dear, I'm smiling
Inside I'm dying
Inside I'm dying
There is no turning around, no backing away, no running. He surrounds her, envelopes her with dark coats and masculine aromas. Zandora can feel the discomfort but curiosity inside the leopard as she experiences the turmoil of desire within her bonded. For later times, Zandora would teach Evara of such lethalness of love and desire, but for now, she allows her focus to shift away from the jade eyed and to the ember eyed. She breaths in everything he is, enjoying the smell of him in her thoughts, but wanting more so to feel what the monster in ebonite is. He does not displease her, does not decline the offer she so,
He moves past her then, and her body pushes into his broad chest, answering his question with the simplicity of a movement. She will not deny the beast, Zandora is no fae of bluff, for a bluff played wrong is a loss she is unwilling to take. The mare of lilac and onyx is too prestigious for such acts, so with the tip of tail, she allows in the prince of the dark woods.
"Talk?"
OCC: I will tag you in a spar post at some point in time in the next few weeks if you want!
@Volterra
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No restrictions on things that can happen to Zandora, please tag in first posts only.
