Instead of cold scales, Thal finds herself slamming into the warmth of exposed skin once again. Her mind is a little too foggy to try piecing together his words or strange attire, her arms continuing to thrash out, eager to inflict injury wherever she can. However, they're quickly back on the wet ground, and his larger stature is hard to combat in her battered state. Within a few embarrassingly short seconds, she finds herself pinned under his arm, her restricted movements making her pause. The darkness starts to clear enough to see the man looming over her.
His words finally filter through, making her growl at the suggestion. She doesn't want to share, but her body feels very tired all of a sudden and she can't bring herself to fight anymore, not when her life is no longer on the line (that she knows of) and not when the ramphire doesn't seem as important as moments before. Without her permission, her body's already starting to release the adrenaline, highlighting the plethora of injuries she's gathered by loosening the tension of her muscles. That doesn't mean that her glare is any less blazing or her fanged sneer any less sharp, but at least she relaxes beneath his grasp. "Fine." The word is a biting and cold echo of his. A bitter acceptance of her situation. Too frustrated to say more, Thal waits for him to release her.
His words finally filter through, making her growl at the suggestion. She doesn't want to share, but her body feels very tired all of a sudden and she can't bring herself to fight anymore, not when her life is no longer on the line (that she knows of) and not when the ramphire doesn't seem as important as moments before. Without her permission, her body's already starting to release the adrenaline, highlighting the plethora of injuries she's gathered by loosening the tension of her muscles. That doesn't mean that her glare is any less blazing or her fanged sneer any less sharp, but at least she relaxes beneath his grasp. "Fine." The word is a biting and cold echo of his. A bitter acceptance of her situation. Too frustrated to say more, Thal waits for him to release her.
Lust's passion will be served; .
it demands, it militates, it tyrannizes
it demands, it militates, it tyrannizes
Thalassa
