Thalassa
They created the monster
By the time everything settles, Thal is braced over Vesper, the feel of his soft fur strange against the solid curve of her scales. Her breaths mix with his, fast only in the thrill of her heart as she leans into his paws. Her eyes don't miss the powdering of luminescent pollen that coats his fur like stardust, or the way his rosettes glow on her scales like iridescent mirrors, or the pulsing heat of his gaze. She drinks it in like victory, having caught the night sky for a moment before it has a chance to slip away again.
Her mouth may not be able to form a smile, but the grin is easy to spot in the crease of her glowing blue eyes, the pleased rumble of her chest joining his purr. She lowers her maw to his ear, the vibrating huff of her breath hot as she drags it down towards his throat, deep breaths drinking in his scent - smoke and salt brine that echo over her tongue like a sinking ship. It's intoxicating, and Thal lingers at his throat, possessive in a way that feels surprisingly intimate, a fine line of control and release before she pulls back.
She hesitates for a moment, then flicks her tail one last time, her wings fluttering faintly as they shrink back into her spine, dark scales giving way to pale skin. Her hair hangs loose around them as the Ancient sits where the lyvern had hovered, a purring rumble still resonating in her chest. She tilts her head, the sensitive pads of her fingers running curiously through the velvety softness of his fur to trace a single rosette like it might have a heat of its own, but all she feels is his body heat, warm against the delicate roving of her palms.
When her eyes lift to his, there's a teasing glint in them, prodding playfully at his pride. "Cute. A very pretty kitty."
Her mouth may not be able to form a smile, but the grin is easy to spot in the crease of her glowing blue eyes, the pleased rumble of her chest joining his purr. She lowers her maw to his ear, the vibrating huff of her breath hot as she drags it down towards his throat, deep breaths drinking in his scent - smoke and salt brine that echo over her tongue like a sinking ship. It's intoxicating, and Thal lingers at his throat, possessive in a way that feels surprisingly intimate, a fine line of control and release before she pulls back.
She hesitates for a moment, then flicks her tail one last time, her wings fluttering faintly as they shrink back into her spine, dark scales giving way to pale skin. Her hair hangs loose around them as the Ancient sits where the lyvern had hovered, a purring rumble still resonating in her chest. She tilts her head, the sensitive pads of her fingers running curiously through the velvety softness of his fur to trace a single rosette like it might have a heat of its own, but all she feels is his body heat, warm against the delicate roving of her palms.
When her eyes lift to his, there's a teasing glint in them, prodding playfully at his pride. "Cute. A very pretty kitty."
and then asked why I bite.
