08-18-2016, 08:00 PM
Gunsynd
I wanna chain you up I wanna tie you down
Oh this would be interesting after all. His eyes narrow as the jungle girl speaks and subsequently throws her head back. He is ever wary of the many different gifts of the inhabitants of these lands, so he is prepared to take whatever precaution is necessary. When the winds pick up he becomes less solid and allows the torrents to whip through him. He stands, unmoved, simply watching the spectacle unfold. He smiles as the funnel cloud surrounds her and picks her off the ground; what a show. He would have clapped if he had hands.
When the winds die down and his little toy comes back down to earth he allows his body to return to its entirety. He laughs at her words, the sinister sound coming from deep in his throat. These jungle cats always think so very highly of themselves. It makes it even sweeter when they become his prey.
And this one would, it was so intoxicatingly obvious. But she wants to be impressed first, as if his first impression wasn’t enough. (He could impress her quite quickly and without any special abilities if he wanted, but this little thing is so naive, so innocent, he wants to draw it out a little.) The sideways grin returns to his lips and he moves his body closer to hers, lips reaching out to play with the hair of her mane. She is so young, so vibrant - he can smell it in the blood rushing beneath her spotted pelt. He wonders what all that youth will taste like.
“A tiger you say?” He growls, his mind already far from her little game. But he will play along, if only to make the end result more stimulating. His body becomes smaller, sleeker. Black morphs into stripes surrounded by orange, hooves become paws clad in fearsome claws. His face is suddenly that of a feline, whiskers, cat eyes and the teeth she had mentioned earlier. He retained some of his heft, however and was larger than a normal jungle king - it was simply too taxing to become much smaller and he wanted to save his strength. He curls himself around her in that cat-like fashion, his eyes alight with amusement.
“Hardly a trick, kitten. But I can show you some if you are that curious.” His devilish laugh curls around them again like smoke and he rubs against her before using his sandpaper tongue against the base of her neck, like a connoisseur smelling a wine before taking a sip. This one would be best savored.
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