Adore me, Hold me and explore me
Charlie beams, her confidence in Dygra’s acceptance unshakable. The lace may lose its crimson stain beyond the threshold, but the offering had been made, the chaos sung, of that, she has no doubt.
Her bright blue eyes sparkle as she looks down at him, gaze slipping briefly to his neck as if to triple-check for some phantom wound left gaping. Finding nothing but flawless olive skin, she exhales in a little satisfied hum, her tail flicking lazily behind her as her head tilts. "I can’t think of anyone I’ve ever seen endure it as well as you did," she purrs, voice rich with approval. "You barely even moved. You didn’t fight it or ask me to stop."
Her grin sharpens, wicked and gleaming as her eyes catch his. "Your haunt, though..." she drawls, "...babe, it was terrifying. If I hadn’t known what to expect, it might have genuinely made me want to run." She flashes her fangs in a grin full of both delight and danger, reveling in the memory of it.
Leaning in as though sharing a secret meant for him alone, her voice drops into a conspiratorial whisper, sweet as sin. "It’ll probably give me nightmares still." A sparkle of delighted mischief lights her eyes, as though the very idea were a badge of honour, a point of pride that he had been so utterly, gloriously terrifying.
Her bright blue eyes sparkle as she looks down at him, gaze slipping briefly to his neck as if to triple-check for some phantom wound left gaping. Finding nothing but flawless olive skin, she exhales in a little satisfied hum, her tail flicking lazily behind her as her head tilts. "I can’t think of anyone I’ve ever seen endure it as well as you did," she purrs, voice rich with approval. "You barely even moved. You didn’t fight it or ask me to stop."
Her grin sharpens, wicked and gleaming as her eyes catch his. "Your haunt, though..." she drawls, "...babe, it was terrifying. If I hadn’t known what to expect, it might have genuinely made me want to run." She flashes her fangs in a grin full of both delight and danger, reveling in the memory of it.
Leaning in as though sharing a secret meant for him alone, her voice drops into a conspiratorial whisper, sweet as sin. "It’ll probably give me nightmares still." A sparkle of delighted mischief lights her eyes, as though the very idea were a badge of honour, a point of pride that he had been so utterly, gloriously terrifying.
Mark your territory, Tell me I'm the only, only, only, only one
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
