@[Sabé]
A chill blows down from the Tundra, a sure sign of the approaching season. The locals begin to fluff and their coats grow thicker and thicker. The smell of fresh snow drifts over the hollow hills of the Village and with it comes the scent of Sabé's sweet honey coat. He adored the girl even with her sourness, her tendency to argue with other women and general lack of love for the rest of her tribe. Ah, but her sole loyalty to him, her devotion. She is dedicated and there was no changing the other stuff about her. He doesn't mind – well, sometimes he does, but not really. “Hello my golden temptress,” He rounds the corner, as if following the low boom of his own voice. The brambles brush down his speckled sides, bending to make way for his white chest and legs. The roots and moss become marred as he finds his way to her side, leaving a trail of half-moon scars in his wake. “How are you?” He nibbles her swollen, pregnant belly. “You know,” His lips find her cheek and then her lips. He cannot resist to smother her with tender nibbles and the exploration of his whiskered lips. “You don't have to do this if you don't want to.” he speaks close to her golden skin, gritty and deep. “I think I can handle staying off you for a few weeks...” He chuckles and moves his caresses down the center of her chest and then back up to her lips. “Well, I can try, anyway.” c h e m d o g in absentia luci, tenebrae vincunt |
