Kiss me again
Kiss me until I am sick of it
The air here is humid, beads of sweat lining his perfect dark coat as he stands near the River. He hadn’t meant to come here, having just visited his fae companions in the meadow. His intention was the cool shade of the forest. Not Sylva’s forest, he’s still not quite sure what he makes of that place yet. No, the deep dark woods of the common forest is where he was headed but decided to walk along the riverbank on his way. He’s not a fan of this early summer heat and his tail snaps in annoyance as mosquitos and gnats buzz around him near the swollen waters. This “shortcut” had been a very bad idea. It’s only when night starts to beckon on the early horizon that the heat seems to calm and the bugs kindly fuck off and his annoyance slowly begins to dissipate.
Perspiration still clings to his coat as his ears flick forward, catching the loud splashing ahead of him. Curiosity leads him around the bend, finding a white haired mare hurling large rocks into the river. She doesn’t even seem to touch them, they just lift and hurl and splash without a single twitch from the dark woman. Blazing red eyes narrow on her as he watches, fighting between his mortal common sense that tells him this chick is dangerous and the growing curiosity for magic that he can’t touch himself.
There’s also a little idea forming in his head. Sabra had brought him to Sylva for the most part unwillingly. However her eye was focused on him and he thinks the smartest thing is to try and appease her in some sense. She is one that loves murder and chaos and to perhaps keep her from realizing he’s not quite as into that as she is… This one seems powerful. Perhaps power was a better bargaining tool than senseless murder.
After another loud splash, he makes his way towards her. It’s a dangerous game he plays but life is a dangerous game and he’s come out mostly unscathed (physically at least) thus far. “That’s one way to skip rocks across the river.” His voice is smooth, a smirk dancing on his lips as he comes to a halt with some distance between them, facing her left shoulder as she stands before the water. His pulse rises slightly but he keeps his features calm and indifferent. Now that he’s a bit closer, he catches a musty scent and fights against the urge to flare his nostrils and expel the smell.
Obscene
@[Karsi]