charlie
"How many in the Grounds would know the difference between a human heart and the heart of, oh say, a bear?" Raising her eyebrows suggestively, Charlie's tail sways back and forth. "And if they see a well-dressed man like you, eating a rather unusual cut of meat from across the room, what of it?" She wonders suggestively.
"Shame about the weather." The priestess laments as if the pair were passing the time over a few horderves. "I like how it feels against my skin when it's fresh." That was one of the reasons Charlie wasn't always shifted after she'd made a kill; as a tiger or fyrhund, she lacked the requisite fingers to appropriately douse herself in the fruits of her labour. Alas, too much fire would give them away, and without her jacket, she'd once again be in need of Asta to heat her up.
Hopefully the Grounds had a good laundry service.
"You are an utterly wonderful man." Charlie gushes as she accepts the final bite. Lifting it to her lips, she blows a small stream of fire onto it. Not enough to attract attention or even to cook the meat. Only to char it just enough to add a bit of smoke to the flavour.
Helping herself to the man's other cheek, Charlie crawled down the length of the man's body, where she tugged at his belt, loosening and then removing it so that she could pull down his pants. Pushing aside his penis without much interest, the priestess lowered her head toward the inside of his leg and bit down. "Mmm!" Stifling a laugh, Charlie wiped a touch at her mouth where one last spurt of blood had splashed at her face from his femoral artery, painting her cheeks and lips with her favourite shade of red.
"Shame about the weather." The priestess laments as if the pair were passing the time over a few horderves. "I like how it feels against my skin when it's fresh." That was one of the reasons Charlie wasn't always shifted after she'd made a kill; as a tiger or fyrhund, she lacked the requisite fingers to appropriately douse herself in the fruits of her labour. Alas, too much fire would give them away, and without her jacket, she'd once again be in need of Asta to heat her up.
Hopefully the Grounds had a good laundry service.
"You are an utterly wonderful man." Charlie gushes as she accepts the final bite. Lifting it to her lips, she blows a small stream of fire onto it. Not enough to attract attention or even to cook the meat. Only to char it just enough to add a bit of smoke to the flavour.
Helping herself to the man's other cheek, Charlie crawled down the length of the man's body, where she tugged at his belt, loosening and then removing it so that she could pull down his pants. Pushing aside his penis without much interest, the priestess lowered her head toward the inside of his leg and bit down. "Mmm!" Stifling a laugh, Charlie wiped a touch at her mouth where one last spurt of blood had splashed at her face from his femoral artery, painting her cheeks and lips with her favourite shade of red.
Walked in and dream came trued it for ya
Soft skin and I perfumed it for ya
Soft skin and I perfumed it for ya
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
