kiss kiss bang bang

[PRIVATE] kiss kiss bang bang

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Hidden Account atk: 4 | def: 7.5 | dam: 7

Stallion :: Hybrid :: 17.1 hh :: 3 HP: 64 | Buff: NOVICE

Ka'Mate :: Harpy Eagle :: None & Ka'Ora :: Harpy Eagle :: None M.E.

02-17-2016, 10:56 AM

*"If you keep telling lies like that, your nose will grow. Maybe it already has...oh, wait! My mistake... that's not your nose."*

He laughs. It bursts from him, booming and boyishly delighted with her wit, charmed by a mare with a quick, sizzling tongue. Ka’Ora, far above and away, pine’s for her master’s side; oh, but how she’s always loved the genuine laughter of her liege! How she revels and rejoices in his happiness, in a lightheartedness that rarely ventures forward to touch the grey hide. She wishes she could return, to meet this woman who has him laughing so—but master had said beat it, and her wings do beat, and she must float far away, solitary in the cold, hanging in the air as she waits for master to finish his—business.

He closes his maw, and the laughter ceases, yet in its wake a spark has been ignited in the eyes of grey. He looks at the mare (the dreadfully lonely woman) with a renewed flame, a blaze that seals the wax on a binding contract. “Yes, ma’am,” he answers her, and the words are dark fire spitting from the maw of an awakened dragon. The doubt is gone, the game becomes wearisome, and the woman’s teeth flashes against his shoulder blade. The ears only pin momentarily, and his rage, quick and hot and ever ready against the insubordination of a female, wastes away against the towering passion that replaces it. He knows better than to be angry. The stipulation was to put her in her place, a place she seems so eager to occupy. Well, then.

She dances away, and he throws his bulk at her, his shadow and weight tossed towards her left side—to unbalance her, to show her exactly how a man is built, how a man is made. His teeth reach for her poll, to imitate her sinister, sultry kiss with his own lovebite behind her ear—but his jaws are iron clamps, and he’s not in such a hurry to release his prey should he connect. He wants to taste her, to bring her to heal quickly, efficiently and with little mess. He is done with wasting time and charming wit, for while it is true they set the stage nicely for the dance to come, it is now time to dance.

”Watch for Circe.”