03-17-2017, 02:34 AM
Back to those eyes of his. They were a miasma of color that flashed in the dark. A wild array of pigment that revealed the hunter they belonged to--and his wanderlust way of life. She found that she could level his gaze and look him in the eye, and feel connected to the very center of the earth. She had heard somewhere that those with multi colored eyes had the ability to see both heaven and hell. If Alek was any indication, Reagan had no doubt that the stories were accurate. Alek looked like an angel who wanted to commit a felony.
When he mentioned Taiga again, she attempted to look pleased that he was considering the forest her home, but memories of the bear still haunted her, casting a shadow across her face. Instead, she keeps her voice light, tipping her head at him slightly, as if trying to get a better view of his face. "Taiga is unusual among the lands here. In place of formal ranks, we live more as family. A magician and her husband live there with their many children, and a passel of others who have come to make it home. Quiet perhaps, but I can quite assure you, the quiet is preferred." Reagan sounds far away, her voice coming as a low echo on a breeze that that sets the branches to shaking. Are they warning her? Applauding her?
For the first time, Reagan is unsure of her next step. She is unable to dwell on it much further before he smiles and laughs, low and thick. -Is it that obvious?-
"Yes," she says, dropping all pretense from her face, genuinely settling in to enjoy this man and his attentions. "Your body is perfectly lithe and lean. And you ooze sexuality." Reagan's own voice has dropped, and tries not to look embarrassed as she roves her eyes over him. "You are athletic, but not stocky. And lets face it, you know you're gorgeous. All of that... A cat of some sort was obvious." Reagan swallows, knowing she has said too much, but presses on anyway. "Within the cat family there are two options. Felidae and Panthera. You are much too dangerous looking to belong to the former."
Reagan blinks and looks past him, her ears rotating backward in embarrassment. Until he mentions the fairies. Then her ears are erect and she has put a hard look on her face. "They have stripped everyone," she says with annoyance. "I am sure you will get your gifts back again. And then we could hunt together. That is... If you're interested..."
Reagan leaves it open, her smile broadened when he asks to see her abilities. She nods, her green eyes shining as she has become a perfectly formed white wolf before his eyes. Beautiful and lean, her arctic white pelt glimmering in the uplighting of the moon's glow. In this form she is young and powerful, and her green eyes flash with joy as she turns about for him, as if trying on a new dress.
"What do you think?"
When he mentioned Taiga again, she attempted to look pleased that he was considering the forest her home, but memories of the bear still haunted her, casting a shadow across her face. Instead, she keeps her voice light, tipping her head at him slightly, as if trying to get a better view of his face. "Taiga is unusual among the lands here. In place of formal ranks, we live more as family. A magician and her husband live there with their many children, and a passel of others who have come to make it home. Quiet perhaps, but I can quite assure you, the quiet is preferred." Reagan sounds far away, her voice coming as a low echo on a breeze that that sets the branches to shaking. Are they warning her? Applauding her?
For the first time, Reagan is unsure of her next step. She is unable to dwell on it much further before he smiles and laughs, low and thick. -Is it that obvious?-
"Yes," she says, dropping all pretense from her face, genuinely settling in to enjoy this man and his attentions. "Your body is perfectly lithe and lean. And you ooze sexuality." Reagan's own voice has dropped, and tries not to look embarrassed as she roves her eyes over him. "You are athletic, but not stocky. And lets face it, you know you're gorgeous. All of that... A cat of some sort was obvious." Reagan swallows, knowing she has said too much, but presses on anyway. "Within the cat family there are two options. Felidae and Panthera. You are much too dangerous looking to belong to the former."
Reagan blinks and looks past him, her ears rotating backward in embarrassment. Until he mentions the fairies. Then her ears are erect and she has put a hard look on her face. "They have stripped everyone," she says with annoyance. "I am sure you will get your gifts back again. And then we could hunt together. That is... If you're interested..."
Reagan leaves it open, her smile broadened when he asks to see her abilities. She nods, her green eyes shining as she has become a perfectly formed white wolf before his eyes. Beautiful and lean, her arctic white pelt glimmering in the uplighting of the moon's glow. In this form she is young and powerful, and her green eyes flash with joy as she turns about for him, as if trying on a new dress.
"What do you think?"