"so where's your pleasure now? it's not so pleasing when you are the one at the end of this misery. oh but it is for me, to sit and watch you bleed. so say your final prayer, but i'll promise you,
god can't show you where to hide

A wicked snicker is given as she strikes back at him with her venomous words, his deep voice seeping out from between yellowed daggers in an impassive tone, and his breath hot against her flesh. She does not allow him a moment longer atop her as she twists her way from beneath his hulking form, her spine and hindquarters drifting dangerously close beneath his form as she maneuvers her way further from him. What a precarious little game they play, so close to giving and getting what is desired, yet skirting away at the last moment. These are not Stella's intentions and yet it has played out as so.

As she pulls away from him, a strong nip is given and she turns quickly, teeth bared and her ears laid flat against her skull. He is lucky that he has already allowed her the desired space she sought after, her body turning so that she was now facing him from an angle, frosted blue eyes fiercely attentive to his own movements. It was undeniable that the grip of winter was strong upon Lucian's mind, he was practically panting from their close encounter only moments before; and though she would never betray such a feeling, Stella could not deny that she had enjoyed the heat of the sinful moment that was shared. Yet, this may very well be the ever present push to breed in winter time. It was growing stronger every year and she knew it was only a matter of time before she fell victim to such a thing. Would it be so bad if it happened to be with one of such great prowess and notability? Her offspring would be spoken of for generations to come - their lineage being bound so strongly into the roots of Moladion. Perhaps it would not be all too terrible.

The thought still caused a nervous fear; one of not knowing if she would become negligent to her offspring for explanations yet to be told. She did not want them to become filled with hatred for her because of a lack of presence in their lives. No - they should become great because of her existence within their lives, not as Stella had become on her own.

His optics are narrowed and he speaks again, the low timbre of his voice booming against the hushed, snow covered surroundings. "It was an insatiable curiosity." Now she toys with him, her devilish words playing with his head as she speaks in a dark tone, the glimmer of her fangs unsheathing for a moment as she regards him.

STELLA
no soul . no heart . of abraxus x kiska