06-10-2017, 12:57 PM
She repeated much off the same for the next go round. She saunters toward him unabashed and very unceremoniously smashing him with her pointed little feet and stepping away to spin and face him. She hasn’t spoken much of this whole time, it has been mostly him with his snaky voice and his poisonous, horny eyes. She’ll not admit it, but she sort of likes the male attention – she’s never relished in it, really, but at almost six years old and still a virgin, her body is hungry for something it’s never had. Whims. She doesn’t bend to them for now, or at least not in an obvious way. “Are we done with this now?” Her voice is like sweet cream, it does not match her sour attitude, but it does match her porcelain skin and cloudless blue eyes. She whips her tail and steps forward one more time, just to exercise her lack of fear for his rapey sort of demeanor.
Intrigued and quite suspicious, she watches him carefully. She inspects his bone plates, bloodied and warm (she can feel the heat they’re giving off). It’s hot business forming bone and projecting it through skin. She gestures her rosy muzzle to the torn flesh, “Will the gashes heal on their own or should we find someone?” Again that silk voice bubbles softly from her pale lips and her gaze steady on the armored man.
Kota
those great whites,
they have big teeth
