She doesn't need his approval, doesn't much care for it unless it's directed at her; she lets it hang unanswered as she turns to him, placing the first challenge at his feet.
The response he gives immediately affirms her decision. Dark horns coil out from his head, spiraling into tips that curl to a point with a certain devious quality. Wings unfurl from his back, scars dotting the black membranes just as they paint his skin, telling stories of danger and destruction that were certainly felt on both ends. The claws from before glint in the low lighting to hint at exactly what kind of fun they can have together.
Thal holds her ground as he steps forward, her darkened eyes trailing up from the tips of his boots to the tips of his horns before landing squarely on his eyes, anticipation blooming warm in her gut. He tugs her into his lower body, her back arching just enough to praise the choice. But his inquiry is met with a dangerous glint in her expression, impatience growing beneath the spark of dark amusement as she reaches up to fist her hand into the collar of his shirt. She gives a sharp tug down, guiding him towards where her fangs flash around the low threat of her voice. "What gave you the impression I wanted anything soft?"
The response he gives immediately affirms her decision. Dark horns coil out from his head, spiraling into tips that curl to a point with a certain devious quality. Wings unfurl from his back, scars dotting the black membranes just as they paint his skin, telling stories of danger and destruction that were certainly felt on both ends. The claws from before glint in the low lighting to hint at exactly what kind of fun they can have together.
Thal holds her ground as he steps forward, her darkened eyes trailing up from the tips of his boots to the tips of his horns before landing squarely on his eyes, anticipation blooming warm in her gut. He tugs her into his lower body, her back arching just enough to praise the choice. But his inquiry is met with a dangerous glint in her expression, impatience growing beneath the spark of dark amusement as she reaches up to fist her hand into the collar of his shirt. She gives a sharp tug down, guiding him towards where her fangs flash around the low threat of her voice. "What gave you the impression I wanted anything soft?"
we care so much until we don't
Thalassa
