03-03-2022, 11:38 PM
There is a subtle buzzing building in Frey's head. As she watches Mesarez, the noise rises and rises, until it tickles down her scales in waves. She blinks rapidly, wondering what might happen if she succumbed to the wildness threatening her actions. There is something almost feral about the stranger, some subtle similarity between them that she can't quite put her finger on.
Frey always imagined she inherited her impulsive streak from her mother. It's easy attributing all her negative attributes to a mother that abandoned her. She tucks her chin closer to her chest, suddenly fiercely protective of all the little imperfections so ready to reveal themselves. If Mesarez were to sense the lightning coursing through her, he might abruptly leave her, too. A raucous, anguished panic swells violently in Frey's chest, threatening to cut off her breath.
If Mesarez had flashed his crocodile smile a second later, Frey would have fled before exposing the little pieces of her so fragile they're shattered by strangers. The dangerous points immediately grab Frey's focus. Her tail rattles in an instinctive response. She overcompensates for her panic by flashing sharp, serious eyes to Mesarez's gaze. Sufficiently curious, the little snake stalks closer to the pale ghost, the subtle hiss of her tail sounding like the warning it's meant to be.
She is surprised by this stallion's mettle. How he thrives beneath the threat of danger. As if it means nothing. A sort of confidence Frey envies.
Stopping a foot short of him, Frey stares before answering.
"Do you want it to, Mesarez?" she asks bluntly, neon eyes shadowed and distant. She can't identify the warmth rolling in her gut, whether it be a craving for violence or a slight attraction to the man before her - or both. She knows more about fighting than flirting, and it shows.
"Is that a threat?" she murmurs, though she doesn't sound nearly as angry or intimidating as she should.
@Mesarez
Frey always imagined she inherited her impulsive streak from her mother. It's easy attributing all her negative attributes to a mother that abandoned her. She tucks her chin closer to her chest, suddenly fiercely protective of all the little imperfections so ready to reveal themselves. If Mesarez were to sense the lightning coursing through her, he might abruptly leave her, too. A raucous, anguished panic swells violently in Frey's chest, threatening to cut off her breath.
If Mesarez had flashed his crocodile smile a second later, Frey would have fled before exposing the little pieces of her so fragile they're shattered by strangers. The dangerous points immediately grab Frey's focus. Her tail rattles in an instinctive response. She overcompensates for her panic by flashing sharp, serious eyes to Mesarez's gaze. Sufficiently curious, the little snake stalks closer to the pale ghost, the subtle hiss of her tail sounding like the warning it's meant to be.
She is surprised by this stallion's mettle. How he thrives beneath the threat of danger. As if it means nothing. A sort of confidence Frey envies.
Stopping a foot short of him, Frey stares before answering.
"Do you want it to, Mesarez?" she asks bluntly, neon eyes shadowed and distant. She can't identify the warmth rolling in her gut, whether it be a craving for violence or a slight attraction to the man before her - or both. She knows more about fighting than flirting, and it shows.
"Is that a threat?" she murmurs, though she doesn't sound nearly as angry or intimidating as she should.
@Mesarez