01-24-2021, 05:15 PM
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When her tail slices through the unfortunate solidity of his side, Nexu can’t help but chitter a low sound of satisfaction. Despite the ways he melts into pure liquid and repairs his own injuries, he can get hurt, if only for a moment. He is the Drowned god, Poseidon, the Finisher — but she is the apex predator, clothed like Athena, daughter of ancient instincts and unnatural shadow. It only fits that they reunite under an eclipsed sky with his blood to paint her dark armor in shades of red. The scent of his blood, the gasp from his mouth, and his angered cry are love songs for the wilderness of her hunter’s heart.
She is thrown off-balance when her tail meets his skin, and this doesn’t give her enough time to react when his hooves meet her armored shoulder. A bang like lightning hitting a tree echoes through the autumnal forest. Nexu grunts when the connection is made, and although his feet do not cut like they might’ve if she had soft flesh, she knows there will be an ache there for a day or so.
It almost sickens her to think that he might’ve gotten the best of her, and her tail squirms in the clutches of his watery grip. Even while he swivels to stand closer, in a way that does not suggest fighting, she gives a fiery snarl from the depths of her throat. She could bruise the tender skin of his throat with the punch of her mouths, or she could twist her neck to the side and bury her crown into the depths of his chest.
But she doesn’t want to kill him; she isn’t sure if his water could heal a heart punctured by the blackened tip of her crown, and she doesn’t want to find out. Besides, the warm puff of air over her sleek neck and his sudden gentleness call to her. They remind her of the emptiness she has felt in his absence and the instinctual ache that whispers she has failed as a young Queen. It might seem strange, how his touch can soothe a fierce Predator, but her tail relaxes into his grip regardless.
Her eyes find him, and there is still a steely flash of anger in their dark depths. She doesn’t understand why he left (doesn’t know that it had been a misunderstanding, an unfortunate twist of time), and the betrayal she feels is a coiled snake lying cold in her belly. Yet he is warm and familiar — he is her Partner — and so she ignores the rage to invite him closer, leaning her midnight neck further into the warmth of his muzzle.
She is thrown off-balance when her tail meets his skin, and this doesn’t give her enough time to react when his hooves meet her armored shoulder. A bang like lightning hitting a tree echoes through the autumnal forest. Nexu grunts when the connection is made, and although his feet do not cut like they might’ve if she had soft flesh, she knows there will be an ache there for a day or so.
It almost sickens her to think that he might’ve gotten the best of her, and her tail squirms in the clutches of his watery grip. Even while he swivels to stand closer, in a way that does not suggest fighting, she gives a fiery snarl from the depths of her throat. She could bruise the tender skin of his throat with the punch of her mouths, or she could twist her neck to the side and bury her crown into the depths of his chest.
But she doesn’t want to kill him; she isn’t sure if his water could heal a heart punctured by the blackened tip of her crown, and she doesn’t want to find out. Besides, the warm puff of air over her sleek neck and his sudden gentleness call to her. They remind her of the emptiness she has felt in his absence and the instinctual ache that whispers she has failed as a young Queen. It might seem strange, how his touch can soothe a fierce Predator, but her tail relaxes into his grip regardless.
Her eyes find him, and there is still a steely flash of anger in their dark depths. She doesn’t understand why he left (doesn’t know that it had been a misunderstanding, an unfortunate twist of time), and the betrayal she feels is a coiled snake lying cold in her belly. Yet he is warm and familiar — he is her Partner — and so she ignores the rage to invite him closer, leaning her midnight neck further into the warmth of his muzzle.
@[Maugrim]