"All that we see or seem, is but a dream within a dream."
It is a thing all females are prone to do. Pry. To twist off the cap of secrets that men and other creatures keep in an attempt to further understand the mechanism that keeps them together and ticking. Carnifex had tried often to dissuade her of this line of questioning with his growls and glares in which she would often return a secretive smile at him with gleaming eyes that said she was not cowed but she would wait for a more opportune time. Slowly, oh so very slowly, she would worm her way into his mind so that he might unravel for her like a flower. Open and spread those seeds - but not the kind of seed that
he wanted to spread. As winter fast approached them her body had begun to send out signals in the way it responded to his presence, twinging in a sudden flare of desire that seemed insurmountable. It was nature pure and simple and it also helped that she had felt a twinge of attraction towards him since the very beginning.
"It would seem so," she hums to him although she wonders just how beneficial it really is considering she was forced into such circumstances or lose her life. Carnifex had a desire for blood, that much is clear, and it was her sole goal to make sure that blood was not hers. Unfortunate for whomever came across him but so be it. She was not altruistic. She did not wake up everyday worried about how others survived - only herself. And she would continue to do so.
Would he dive for her throat in these moments? She watches him from the corner of her eye until he growls and lies beside her and only then does a sigh of relief escape her maw - both for him NOT killing her and also for his release. Because she had almost wanted to beg him to complete the ritual of a male and female. What a wanton she was but she would have to save such things for later. Make him yearn for it now so that in the winter no thoughts of blood would intrude, only lust.
"Ah, you have not," she says with a wicked sort of smile, deliberately putting words in his mouth to bait him. She leans into him slightly so that their shoulders (well, his shoulder is quite a bit above hers, but the intention is still there) press together.
"You are pleasing when you are so cordial. I shall ask that you continue to be this way and I will be much less a burden," she continues blithely, her body tensing in case he would lash out at her for such insolence.
malleah
six - homeless - heartless - soulless