01-14-2019, 05:34 PM
i'd break the back of love for you.
@[Rouhi]
She wears her scales like her father, across her shoulders and hips with a thin trail going up her spin. A swipe of the glimmering serpent-hide covers the high points of her cheeks and another accentuates the very tip of her nose. Her eyes are the color of tired emeralds but the paper thin pupil seems to seethe with an unspoken rage just looking for an opportunity to present itself. Khuma slinks through the forest, head held high and ears trained forward as she begins her hunt anew. Wane had given her a precious son but another year means another aching, tender heart to devour. Her tongue finds the pointed tip of one of her sharp teeth at the thought.
The fallen queen weaves between the trees, hips swaying gently with each careful step like a lion comfortably touring its own territory. The snow crunches beneath the weight of her hooves but she doesn’t seem to mind announcing her presence to subtly. She turns that pretty head when she hears another nearby, running and running until he seemed to find the perfect spot. Her feral eyes watch him eagerly, admiring the color of his body and the shape of his shoulders. Perhaps he could give her a child with wings. Maybe even a daughter.
The thought ignites the fire in her chest anew so she draws closer, long strides fluid and ethereal when she closes in. She lets her shoulder brush along the length of his body as she approaches from behind, stretching her head out to whisper softly into his hear.
“You look like you need company,”she says quietly, letting her warm breath spill across his skin before she pulls her head away once more. But she keeps her body pressed lightly to his as she watches him, chin tilted down all soft and coy. “My name is Khuma.”
Though she isn’t cold, she feigns a shiver to see if he’ll press closer to her. The oil slick scales shimmer across her cheeks when she tilts her head curiously.
The fallen queen weaves between the trees, hips swaying gently with each careful step like a lion comfortably touring its own territory. The snow crunches beneath the weight of her hooves but she doesn’t seem to mind announcing her presence to subtly. She turns that pretty head when she hears another nearby, running and running until he seemed to find the perfect spot. Her feral eyes watch him eagerly, admiring the color of his body and the shape of his shoulders. Perhaps he could give her a child with wings. Maybe even a daughter.
The thought ignites the fire in her chest anew so she draws closer, long strides fluid and ethereal when she closes in. She lets her shoulder brush along the length of his body as she approaches from behind, stretching her head out to whisper softly into his hear.
“You look like you need company,”she says quietly, letting her warm breath spill across his skin before she pulls her head away once more. But she keeps her body pressed lightly to his as she watches him, chin tilted down all soft and coy. “My name is Khuma.”
Though she isn’t cold, she feigns a shiver to see if he’ll press closer to her. The oil slick scales shimmer across her cheeks when she tilts her head curiously.
khuma.