01-24-2020, 09:14 PM
Her voice was as brittle as the bones that displayed so beautifully clear beneath her skin. Every inch of her was fragile, breakable. Only in the glitter of her eyes was a hint of strength betrayed, and that persistent spark of arrogance spurned his predators brain in the most extraordinary way.
A bone-shaking snarl peeled through his parted lips at her cavalier words. There were still livid stripes across her withers, puckered and dark against the faded palor of her coat. And yet she dared to return. More than that. She had arrived on his doorstep and mocked him.
The snow-etched beast loomed over her, his shadow long and deep where it crossed her body. Thin silver ropes of saliva gleamed from his teeth in anticipation. Not that she would make anything like a satisfying meal. Not in a physical sense. No, this was no deer or boar who's only purpose was to ease the ache in his belly. This? This was personal. She had made sure if that.
He liked the way she eyed him. That she was so very aware of his presence. His smile stretched wide as spoke again. The dragon had no intention of relaxing. Not here, not now. Not with her.
He had waited for his moment. Whip-quick his body uncoiled, and threw her against the stony earth. His own body followed hers, taloned fingers driving against her wings to hold her pinned against the unyielding ground. Scant inches from her muzzle his own snout hovered, sulphurous breath lifting the dark ends of her forelock.
He is not
The sound of his draconic voice was felt as much as heard, vibrated deep within the ribcage.
He would not speak with you even if he were
The dagger lengths of his clashing teeth flashed with every word.
Beg for mercy, witch
His breath fell hot on the exposed length of her throat. He wanted to feel the words leave her, thready and weak as they would be. The abysum of his maw came down to fit about the tender flesh that spread beneath him, the stutter of her pulse a fluttering, living thing beneath his cat-rough tongue.
@[Eyas]
A bone-shaking snarl peeled through his parted lips at her cavalier words. There were still livid stripes across her withers, puckered and dark against the faded palor of her coat. And yet she dared to return. More than that. She had arrived on his doorstep and mocked him.
The snow-etched beast loomed over her, his shadow long and deep where it crossed her body. Thin silver ropes of saliva gleamed from his teeth in anticipation. Not that she would make anything like a satisfying meal. Not in a physical sense. No, this was no deer or boar who's only purpose was to ease the ache in his belly. This? This was personal. She had made sure if that.
He liked the way she eyed him. That she was so very aware of his presence. His smile stretched wide as spoke again. The dragon had no intention of relaxing. Not here, not now. Not with her.
He had waited for his moment. Whip-quick his body uncoiled, and threw her against the stony earth. His own body followed hers, taloned fingers driving against her wings to hold her pinned against the unyielding ground. Scant inches from her muzzle his own snout hovered, sulphurous breath lifting the dark ends of her forelock.
He is not
The sound of his draconic voice was felt as much as heard, vibrated deep within the ribcage.
He would not speak with you even if he were
The dagger lengths of his clashing teeth flashed with every word.
Beg for mercy, witch
His breath fell hot on the exposed length of her throat. He wanted to feel the words leave her, thready and weak as they would be. The abysum of his maw came down to fit about the tender flesh that spread beneath him, the stutter of her pulse a fluttering, living thing beneath his cat-rough tongue.
@[Eyas]