speak of the devil

and she will come

The trees are whirring by her and her movement is mesmerizing in its own. She is a creature crafted from the purity of grace and elegance, her lithe form and nimble paws capable of carrying her in such a captivating manner that one cannot simply just turn away so easily.

This is the reason Enderly had given chase, it is that she assumes, he cannot resist the playfully seductive manner in which she has instigated this pursuit and so he cannot remain as he was. So she lopes in a leisurely gait away from him, her slender bodice gliding over the earth as if she were some ethereal force of the forest. An eerie sequence of laughter resounds through the wood as she goes before her curiosity takes the best of her attention and she turns to see her dark pelted companion trailing ever so closely. He keeps his speed steady before bursting forward to reach out to her, his muzzle barely grazing along her right flank, and his words giving warning. She tosses her head and looks back to him again momentarily, her expression telling all - show me what you’ve got.

She could easily kick up her gait into a full out run and leave him moping in the shadows all by his lonesome, and rare is it that she becomes entwined into her own games that she becomes a victim herself, but she will not cause his efforts to be fruitless. And so when she sees his body ready itself for the pounce from the corner of her eye, she does not attempt to dodge or dart away, she moves with him and rolls into the earth as Enderly ceases their endless chase. The world is a whirling mass of color before her eyes as everything is turned upon its head over and over again until it stops and time itself seems to cease with it.

It takes a moment for her to adjust to where exactly it was that they had tumbled into, the babbling of water from nearby is heard, and the soft cooing of birds in the canopy of trees fills what void is left. Her abysmal eyes open to see the darkened form of her pursuer atop of her downed figure and it is then that a rich toned murmur is exuded from her wicked lips. “Ooooh..” A declaration of her approval of their position as her ears lace back against her skull slightly and her muzzle reaches out to nip roughly into his upper lip. Each game piece was different, they all had their ways of dealing with her, but today will not be a day easily forgotten in the dark angel’s mind once she has left Enderly for the time being. No, she will not make a display of him upon the earth as she had few before him. He was not a piece of meat created for consumption, but rather for more sensual desires, that she was assured of.