charlie
Stretching herself forward to grasp the bear's considerable skull between her hands, Charlie slithers forward until she's lounging on the beast as if it were a fainting couch perfectly designed to contour against the curves of her body. Reaching down Charlie strokes the bear's fur until her fingers are stained and soaked with its blood, her touches reverent and sensual upon its gaping wounds.
Tilting her chin up as Danta neared, Charlie's blue eyes darken before closing as his lips press against hers. Sampling the Maverick's kiss as if he were an entrée, the blonde hums greedily as she tastes the dull static of blood on his tongue. "Give me your knife," the Priestess purrs as her fingers tighten in Danta's hair in order to tip his head back and expose his throat. Letting her teeth graze down the exposed flesh, she lets her tongue slowly trace the line of his jugular. "I want to worship you inside of our kill." She had a blade of her own, but Danta's was bigger.
Tilting her chin up as Danta neared, Charlie's blue eyes darken before closing as his lips press against hers. Sampling the Maverick's kiss as if he were an entrée, the blonde hums greedily as she tastes the dull static of blood on his tongue. "Give me your knife," the Priestess purrs as her fingers tighten in Danta's hair in order to tip his head back and expose his throat. Letting her teeth graze down the exposed flesh, she lets her tongue slowly trace the line of his jugular. "I want to worship you inside of our kill." She had a blade of her own, but Danta's was bigger.
she's the giggle at a funeral
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
