[mature] Darling, you have no idea what is possible || Modicum Mortem

[Astarael]

Astarael

herald of death

The forest around them was thick, heavy with anticipation. Jesper had fled, freed from their grasp and back into the greedy hands of Brennen. The hole he had left had created a sudden unrest as the creatures of the shadows gnashed their teeth in anticipation of their king's next move. Astarael was no exception. By now their one time captive would have happily divulged all he had discovered whilst in their grasp. Beqanna would begin to stir once more, outraged by Sylva's growing strength.

Absently she traced the outline of the trees. She sensed Mortem's approval of her plans to continue their torture upon Jesper. However, his interest shifts at the mention of their newest plaything. Lingering just beyond their line of sight her aura kept itself wrapped around the fox eared stallion. He feared her, deliciously so. She grinned expectantly as a wicked smile touched the velvet of her lips.

"Hiroto, come forward my pet," she beckoned, her voice ice and fire all at once. Her eyes met Mortem's expectantly. "Meet your king."

Darling, you have no idea what's possible...