Shivershade

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SIX - NONE; HEART - NONE; SOUL - HUSH

It seems that even while her mind is telling her no that Hush's body is telling her yes. He can practically feel the way her instincts drive her towards him for they are the same instincts that push him closer and closer to her. Until it seems that the air between them is charged with the heat of their bodies and the scent of lust. Not that he expected her to simply jump upon him or to bow to his presence eagerly. To turn her back and present him with the object of his sudden thoughts. To exculpate him from the thoughts that hang like blankets across his face, smothering the true being beneath. Those chocolate eyes can see the way her ears flick back and the way her eyes narrow at him in a decidedly threatening fashion to his overeager imagination.

Hush does not want him to come closer.

Yet he cannot refrain from doing just that, their breath mixing in the chill winter air. Her scent, it surrounds him but it is not nearly enough to satisfy him. He wants to feel her pressed against his large side, to hear her speaking his name in a breathless manner. Wants her to silently beg him with her bright eyes to appease a fire raging within herself. Yet the foul stench, faded though it is, of a mate lingers around her. He could always tell the females that were mated and usually strove to avoid them. They were no good to him. Too much trouble to bother with anyways.

Hush does not backpedal or scurry away from him. She shows a certain amount of bravery standing up to his stalking presence. A quick mind, he would bet anything, is housed in that tawny skull of hers. And despite the clear indication that he was not wanted only a moment before she speaks to him in friendly tones. Each word she utters reveals an increasing grin on his maw, wicked and enticing as his eyes flash knowingly down at her. I can play this game too, my rose," they seem to say, to taunt.

As much as he did wish to hold her down and let the instincts urging him have free reign this would not be a likely place for such a confrontation anyways. They were surrounded by wolves who might come to her aid and even Shivershade could not compete with a mob. "If you say so, my rose," he answers coolly, deliberately repeating his earlier pet name. So what if she did not care for it? It was not like she was incredibly thrilled by their bond anyways.

He narrows his eyes at her as a girlish giggle twinkles in his ears and they flip backwards. Did she think to fool him? Even his lust does not cloud his mind, at least not so much as to completely ruin any intelligence he has. Ah, a game indeed. Suddenly he thrusts his chocolate nose into hers, his mouth opening to suck in the breath that escapes her own as if he is devouring her soul while one eye peers into one of hers. "Come with me, Hush, and I will show you just who I am," he whispers to her although he does not expect her to agree.