10-16-2017, 09:54 PM
THANA.
(as black as your soul)
”What took you so long?” she muses, though her darkened gaze is telling of a wickedness that her voice has concealed – light, airy and followed by a trill of gentle, crooning laughter. The wolf within her is lurking, while her teeth threaten to unsheathe her sharpened incisors, seeking the satisfaction of the hunt – of the kill, but she is coy, shying away from the predator lurking beneath. Her heart is steady and thrumming within her chest, while her pulse has begun to quicken – while the intensity of her stare bores into the feminine, shapely Queen.
She is not disappointed – Nayl is beautiful, with carved muscle lining her iron gaze and a feminine touch to her otherwise commanding presence – oh, and the ferocity of the wolf is roused by the sight of her feigning mettle where insecurity lingers. She can sense the fear and uncertainty drifting to the bottom of her veins like a heavy sediment, burdening her with trepidation as the carnivorous urge within her is heightened by the scent of prey recoiling from evident danger. She does not draw back – instead, she is still, unwavering and tenacious.
She is a Queen, through and through – hesitating, but fierce.
Unlike timid Heda, who cowered in fright, weak, and pathetic – and so, Thana is intrigued.
”You must be Nayl,” she croons knowingly, her lips drawn into a wicked smile, with a glint of danger tucked within the silver lining of her gray iris. ”I am Thana – I am with Sylva – surely you remember Sylva.” she pauses, her stare boring into her own, while the pale ivory streak of her forelock drapes over her unblinking gaze. ”I come on behalf of Gryffen – you must not have noticed that late in the night, I bound and captured one of your very own, right beneath your watchful eye. Tsk, tsk ..” she coos, her sharp canines bared with her insidious grimace-grin.
”Should you desire to see Tantalize again, I suggest that you make your presence known at our autumn celebration – it is all that we require,” she muses, never faltering. ”your attendance, for her freedom.”
She is not disappointed – Nayl is beautiful, with carved muscle lining her iron gaze and a feminine touch to her otherwise commanding presence – oh, and the ferocity of the wolf is roused by the sight of her feigning mettle where insecurity lingers. She can sense the fear and uncertainty drifting to the bottom of her veins like a heavy sediment, burdening her with trepidation as the carnivorous urge within her is heightened by the scent of prey recoiling from evident danger. She does not draw back – instead, she is still, unwavering and tenacious.
She is a Queen, through and through – hesitating, but fierce.
Unlike timid Heda, who cowered in fright, weak, and pathetic – and so, Thana is intrigued.
”You must be Nayl,” she croons knowingly, her lips drawn into a wicked smile, with a glint of danger tucked within the silver lining of her gray iris. ”I am Thana – I am with Sylva – surely you remember Sylva.” she pauses, her stare boring into her own, while the pale ivory streak of her forelock drapes over her unblinking gaze. ”I come on behalf of Gryffen – you must not have noticed that late in the night, I bound and captured one of your very own, right beneath your watchful eye. Tsk, tsk ..” she coos, her sharp canines bared with her insidious grimace-grin.
”Should you desire to see Tantalize again, I suggest that you make your presence known at our autumn celebration – it is all that we require,” she muses, never faltering. ”your attendance, for her freedom.”
@[Nayl]