The uncertainty across the stallion features causes her to smirk just a bit more. He wasn't restless nor agitated, just uncertain. It intruiges her to meddle deeper. Grasping a hold of his uncertainty and twisting it ever so slightly. So she questions him, "A monster is in the eye of the beholder. To a mouse, a cat is a monster. This is who you are Castile... If you can't embrace who you truly are, how will you ever learn to control it?"
Her ebony lips that had rested near his ear lower as she turns her head to watch his reaction. She lingers waiting for her words to settle into his mind. A monster... Did he know he was surrounded by such? Perhaps not. Perhaps she should show him...
With an unknown shift fangs descend from her gums. A devilish grin curls her lips and exposes the tips of pearly white. "I am a monster Castile," she hisses. Her muzzle had strategically been angled for easy access to his throat. A quick lunge forward and her jaws widen to grasp his most vulnerable flesh. It was soft yet and her fangs pressed firmly against his skin. Ivar had the constant protection of dragon scales but would Castile have to shift into his? Holding steady on her position she craved to bite down harder. To puncture his flesh and allow the crimson fluid to fill her stomach, but she waited. Waited for him to take control. If he failed she'd have a meal. It was a win win...
Her ebony lips that had rested near his ear lower as she turns her head to watch his reaction. She lingers waiting for her words to settle into his mind. A monster... Did he know he was surrounded by such? Perhaps not. Perhaps she should show him...
With an unknown shift fangs descend from her gums. A devilish grin curls her lips and exposes the tips of pearly white. "I am a monster Castile," she hisses. Her muzzle had strategically been angled for easy access to his throat. A quick lunge forward and her jaws widen to grasp his most vulnerable flesh. It was soft yet and her fangs pressed firmly against his skin. Ivar had the constant protection of dragon scales but would Castile have to shift into his? Holding steady on her position she craved to bite down harder. To puncture his flesh and allow the crimson fluid to fill her stomach, but she waited. Waited for him to take control. If he failed she'd have a meal. It was a win win...
Karaugh
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@[Castile] Of course he can probably break her grasp but do whatever you want
Take a bite
If you dare