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Vibrant hazel eyes shot through the mists of the crags. This woman had a feel about her that intrigued him. The way she moved seemed to say she was deeply connected with the world while also being completely separate. Her grip on the world was loose, but her understanding of it deep.
After his initial greeting he remained silent as he watched her reaction. Her fur bristled and still he remained as he was. Let her study him just as he studied her. He could not deny that one could get just as much information from actions as reactions, or lack thereof.
She stepped towards him and his head rotated curiously. Few would simply approach as she had, fewer still without a nip of warning or some other form of chastise. But this woman’s stature, her movements, her silky voice was all too intellectually alluring. His mouth nearly watered with the desire to know and to use.
The wild, crooked grin on her face brought a sly one to his own. It was strange how her titles seemed to suite him.Yes, a horrible affliction. Chronic, even. He licked his lips at her, polishing the fangs that already gleamed. Tell me, have you a cure for this insufferable itch?
ARANCK ....far far from the sky. |