She turned from him.
Beautiful. How ever was this beautiful? She would end up a fat cow in the end, and would be lucky to retrieve her slim figure. He spoke of beauty at a time like this, but she hung on every compliment. Relishing in the simplicity of it all, sucking up each gratification with a pointed grace. Mmm yes my love, I am beautiful, she purrs to herself inwardly only fueling the flame. His touch is like fire to her skin, causing a series of conflicting emotions. She wanted to strike him, she wanted to ravish him, for that sickeningly sweet embrace go hold her again.
It was like candy when Killgore had learned of his power over iron. She wanted him to hold her with it, and she would ask ever so nicely.To grasp the element within her, constricting her heart, each breath. Holding her until she had almost reached the brink, and then realising her ever so slowly, each breath caught in her maw with an urgent gasp. Her dark orbs alight with a beastial hunger.
Nothing of importance he may have said, though he did comment that his morning was faring well. That was good, though she had always liked him best when the others had soured his mood. There would be chance for that still, as he offered her to meet the others, her ears rotating forward, intruiged. "Oh yes lets," she was practically giddy. "I want to see the one who cries,"she insisted. Her maw was almost salivating, she had been waiting for her chance for an up close and personal get together.
