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The season turned many men mindless. Their bodies becoming one with the nature that controlled and consumed them. Aranck was no stranger to the feel and a man who did not deny himself the opportunities that presented themselve to him. He was not mindless as many of his brethren, but watched those he selected carefully before he let himself slip into the indulgence of the games he played. In the games of dice, he would never step in without his throw being loaded.
The female twined around him, nipping his chin and dancing around and away from him. Oddly enough, he was much reminded of Malleah. Where one woman’s dance was one of her mind and words, the other was in foot and movement. His mind turned and his mouth watered. Even in the darkness the stunning sapphire and emeralds shined bright as he looked down on the dancing female. His grin was unseen in the darkness, but the tips of his fangs shined white against the black.
Dear, sweet. He purred to her ear as she passed under him. It is often in the darkness we find the most warmth, and the most fun.
She nipped at his face and neck, he took the lunge. It was a dangerous game she had stepped up to play. Bigger than she, he moved away and buried his nose in her rough. Where her teeth sought to nip at his skin, his aimed to bite into her’s. A restraining paw lifted to her shoulders, using his height and his strength to his advantage. With a low growl, his silky voice starting to get lost in his body he brought himself back to her ears. What kind of game shall we play? Shaded tail raised and bristled in strength and dominance. Teeth bared to their points. He knew the game he wanted, but it was up to the girl if she wanted to take the gamble.
ARANCK
....far far from the sky. |