Shivershade

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SEVEN - NONE; HEART - NONE; SOUL - *CASANOVA*

It is easy to tell that there is fire within Ailith despite the pure white of her coat. She is no innocent; she does not quail beneath his sheer size or masculinity. No, she hints in a not-so-subtle manner that she was willing to throw him off the cliff if he pursued her beyond a point. The way she fights him, well, it turns him on. It sparks his own sort of fire that quickly ignites through the rest of his body. Normally Shivershade was not one to bother with those who might fight back; his MO was to pick those of weaker strength and take from them whatever he needed. What was the use of his great size and strength if not to prove to those smaller that they were not equal to the task of resisting him? Such as the little back girl with her white face - Achlys - and that boy Asterion. The way he had stolen her dead food with little thought and a bit of threat.

The way she looks back at him with a daring glint in her pale blue eyes makes Shivershade smile, his tail jerking to the side in reluctant appreciation. There is a beauty about the female, all strength and fit. She is not quite as dainty as a few females he has spied and he finds that it suits her. The personality within her is strong and he wishes to possess it, if only for a short time. He rumbles a low growl of appreciation at her words, his own eyes telling her that he is not above testing her if she wanted, but for now all he does it sit. Sit so close that all she can see and breath is him.

"If I don't worry about ye, lass, who else will?" He taunts not knowing that it might hit home with her. Ailith, she says, and she looks unconcerned by his close proximity. So Shivershade takes advantage, leaning forward quick to rub his maw against hers before jerking back with a rakish smile and twinkling eyes. Would she try and take a bite out of him for the unwanted advance? Yet the way his musk seems to coat him it is his hopes that she will be drawn into him, for are they both not lonely souls?

Shivershade cocks his head to the side as he looks at her. "I see a lonely lass atop the waterfalls and all I could think was that ye wished for company. I am not the best of company, I'll be the first to admit, but maybe I'll grow on ye. You may not need me to watch yer back, but I can certainly do that if need be." Now he brazenly winks at her, an open invitation.