Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius. . .
The glare of fiery need within his gaze is enough to make me want to let him catch me, the hunger there has me aching for his fangs within my skin. My tail lifts as I brush myself bodily against him, the appendage coiling around his muzzle just before I move away to run circles around my love. This season is not for him and only him. I have given him an easy ride thus far.
I have been very good for my brother, I have been a constant shadow, sometimes the leader of our little exploration. I gave myself to his control, let him take me in any way he wanted - and enjoyed every second of it. He has the entire year to do as he pleases, and I will not let him have winter too. My scent is caught on a sudden icy breeze, my strides carrying me a few feet before my brother, a smile enhanced with ruby red is permanently etched on my face. I imagine the fires being fanned to infernos as I dare spare a glance at him, the wind surely slapping his nostrils full of Atania.
I dart forward, lengthening my stride should he pounce, dancing just out of reach before I turn sharply left. I stop square in my tracks, hips turning away from him as a new kind of desire burns in my eyes. My tail waves slowly, daringly, as I face my twin. Challenge is in my gaze, a defiance that will be acted out to the fullest. He is being trained as a killer, I want those deadly fangs all over my skin, so...I challenge him.
My head raises in defiant dominance, tail arching lopsidedly over my back, my ears perked forward and my lips pulled back in a snarl. Heat and desire coil within my molten gaze, lust and a need so deep it screamed to get down to the bloodshed. So I listened to my instincts, winter war was about to begin.
My steps are light and swift, bringing me headlong into the side of him, hopefully. I would tackle him, angry seeming fangs seeking to pierce his skin as I attack him. I want retaliation, I want his anger, but winter will be mine. Or he won't get what he wants for the season. Should my first assault succeed, I will only send a flurry of snapping fangs, I do not seek to maim, I only wish to puncture and mark him as he has done me. I say nothing, I do not have to. After I try for him, I dart away, hoping I carry some mark from his trained teeth.
My gaze says everything as I meet his, a slow smirk forming on my fangs as we begin the winter dance. Make me bleed, brother, and know that when winter comes I will be the one in charge.
**ooc: thanks!!!! <3 she needed something innocent for winter lmao**
female || vagabond || four years || other half of Adonis
twin sister to adonis -- mother of none