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Posted on November 3, 2014 at 00:33:05 AM by AITHNE
 This bond between them is such a strange thing. Aithne can almost feel Preator, feel each step he takes, each breath he inhales, each time that his eyes shift to her. They burn into her. Aithne is usually at ease around others in that deceptive sort of way, always ready to tense at the back of her mind, ready to put them in their place if they invade her space. She has never ached for a touch. Never desired approval from another. Even Andras's approval was not something she seeked for mere pleasure, more for the gain that such a position as Archduke would give her. The ability to further the goals of Iromar for Aithne is a creature of goals, always striving for greater and better until she was at the top of the food chain. Yet standing here with Preator she can almost wish that his maw would snake out to touch her. Her fur seems to stand to attention and a shudder waits beneath her skin, gooseflesh, ready to wrack her figure, but he does not. It is both a smart move and a disappointing one. All it does is serve to confuse the ebony girl, to infuriate her against her own mind and her own body, the same body that has never once failed her. Her dark eyes trail across the beautiful beach to the happy face of Praetor. He is a dark wraith beside her; she can feel the way his blood boils through the bond, the way he is both happy and angry at the same time. She has not idea of his desire to protect her, and it is a good thing, for she would not welcome such thoughts at this point with a friendly smile. A slow smile spreads across her maw, teasing, for they are both on edge in the others company. "A challenge it is then," she replies. She will find a beach somewhere that rivals the beauty of Glorall. Praetor follows behind her without crowding her or bugging her about this or that. It is relaxing. Aithne has found a passion for exploring things and for figuring them out. Puzzles are sometimes nice. She didn't need someone spoiling the fun of finding out all sorts of things most of the time but she also feels the need to be cautious. Vesper had mentioned how the animals here could be dangerous too. Aithne did not feel like getting hurt in the testing of a new environment, simply because the male near her. There is a burst of pride in her that she does not want tarnished. The pincers open and close and the beady eyes seem to dare her to attack. Aithne feels her own feral nature rising up in her, the need to dominate this prey that threatens her, but she refrains from it. She has killed an alligator, has ate the tough flesh, and she does not think it would be too hard to kill the crab. But what if she was wrong? So instead she lifts her maw and dismisses the crab, turning her neck slightly so that her maw is close to Praetor's in a completely unplanned move that surprises her. "I want one," she says, her tone certain, her eyes watching to see what he would do. "Show me how to kill one." It came off as a bit bossy, yes, but there is a breathlessness to her voice at their close proximity and her heart rate kicks up a notch. A I T H N E Fallen for the fear and done some disappearing; bow down to the mighty _______________________ |
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