His growl of warning was like an electric sting that made her fur ripple. She felt an energy drive her forward as she darted past after nipping at his heels. She felt the thrill of her body racing with some sort of purpose. This must be what her mother felt when she ran as the fastest Demon in Hell. This must be why her mother kept on as she did and took full advantage of the body she was given. Belhara felt the thrill flowing through her veins as her heart pumped.
She was not trying to escape, however. This had turned into a sort of game, and part of the game was not to run away and disappear forever. Although it surely would be amusing to outrun the boy and gawk at him from atop a mountain, it did not invite the same thrill as him catching up. And her certainly did. He caught up somewhat quickly, and she knew not to underestimate him. She did indeed let her speed down to turn and look at him. The dim light still provided the light in his blue eyes, and the longing for a taste that seemed to linger on his lips.
The question is, does she speed up, or allow him to catch up? There is not much time to decide such things. It is only seconds that she has as her paws move forward and her blue eyes catch onto his. She sees him pouncing forward onto her, and she chooses not to avoid it completely. In fact she pauses, pivoting so she now faces him with her dark black visage that darkened even further around her blue eyes. She lifted her front legs, so they collided chest on chest. This sent her rolling on her back and tumbling with him through the dark cave. She growled through her dark lips as she felt the cold of the stone and the sudden warmth of Cuirass upon her. His words come through the air with his huffed voice. She righted herself, eyes narrowing as she responded.
"Wasn't it you that started to chase me, hm?" she said, the male starting to nip at her hind end, she walked forward a few steps, tail lashing in response in his face and as a quick distraction before she turned around again. Her front paws seek to land on his upper shoulder, with her haws seeking the same shoulder before gently biting of she gets the chance. She is swift though, ready for any retaliation.
"But maybe I just want a little taste," she teased, licking her lips as she readied herself for his next actions.
Belhara