She finds him alone, mane and tail crawled back when the wind howls like the harpy's shriek. The striped woman moves like she's under the spell of a voodoo demi-god and she is the sacrifice.
Helleborn will offer all she has. Her body would be his as long as she got something in return. A simple barter in the long run.
Purple striped limbs tug her along, close and quiet to near the finely muscled hind end of the black beast. Velvet lips dip to touch his skin, his warmth and scent engulfing her own feminine pheromones. Slowly the hell-cat is dragging her lips against his hide, murmuring small incantations into his skin, binding him to her. The procedure is only interrupted when she can not resist the urge to gently scrape with her teeth and tasting him on her tongue.
"Chem." A four letter word, a single syllable. The coo of her voice is close to his ear and she stands at his side to overlook the scene playing out before them.
(The gods of Beqanna must be angry-)
"It's good to see you."
(-or perhaps, they were celebrating)
The paleness of her cheek blends against the white the wraps his own face when she presses her skin to his. The youth had grown and developed from the gangling mess to a finely toned form of a young mare. Lavender pools tear from the storm, her own toes in the salty water right beside him, look to the stallion with a smile toying across her lips as she awaits his reply.
HELLEBORN
light up the world as i fall asleep