Like The Sweetener You Are; Wolfbane, any

[Wolfbane]

WOLFBANE

Hard.

Not to notice the way her lip curls underneath the faint glimmer of her teeth, or the scent she carries with her when the vibrant-colored mare drifts closer. Stripes and spots usually clash, wasn’t that the saying? This one though … there’s nothing about her that seems wrong. It’s only the gut feeling Wolfbane gets, noticing he’s begun to stare a bit too long … wrong, wrong, wrong.

“We do have an opening… “ The drake muses, raising her coquettish grin with a wildly inappropriate one of his own. The kind of smile that dared, not suggested. If this was her M.O. he wanted to see it in full-form, at her absolute best, or else what was the point? So many talked but so few took initiative. “Can you keep your cool in the midst of an inferno?“ He murmurs in a soft rumble, both horses easing towards each other, drawn like magnets.

She stops shy of touch and Wolfbane picks up where she leaves off by ghosting his nose over the flat plane of her right cheek, making contact at the height of her poll before running his bruised lips along the royal purple crest of her neck. “What’s your name, stranger?” The stallion breathes into her tri-toned mane.

|| The Pirate Lord of Loess ||

@[Electra]