She looks around her for the source of the growl, midnight ears flickering back and forth as she tried to find what her soul could feel. It was a curious thing to be bound to one who felt so dark and so gnarled in their very core. To be honest, the coal black femme felt a bit more comfortable in the cruelty of his predatory presence. When he finally comes into view, Kiyomi does not quail and turn as she had in the force of what had transpired between them before. She had been frightened, overwhelmed by what she felt, it could not be faulted to one who felt the brink of death was walking with her always. Those mismatched obsidian and aquamarine eyes landed on him, and though her heart fluttered as if it were a bird in a cage, the fragile seeming she-wolf held his gaze as he spoke.
"It is cliche to return to look upon someone I bonded to. Do you know anything of what has happened between us?"
Kiyomi.
seven years old.
no heart. soul to malikye.
no children. spirane.