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Pearl - Leto - November 19, 2024
She had been told to leave, to find a man and return with him - to have children for Verapaz. For Soto.
Children could come later. It was not something to be concerned with now. But she was unsure of how easily she would be able to bring back men for the pack. What if she had grown rusty? It had been some time since she had pursued a lover, after all.
She knew very well that she was a beautiful woman. Verapaz's untouched, unblemished, shiny pearl. But looks alone surely would not be enough. She worried that she had gained weight, that during her time in a pack she had lost her youthful bounce and grown lazy.
But she could not fail. Not now. Not after what she saw. A man would be found, and she would lure him into the warmth of her den like a siren lures a sailor into the sea. She would be ruthless. She would eat him alive, take him for all he was worth.
Soto would get what he wished for. She would obey. It couldn't be too hard, could it? She had raised her siblings, she was sure children would be no different.
RE: Pearl - Samirseti - November 28, 2024
Samirseti’s gaze shifted toward her, lingering for a moment longer than courtesy required. There was something in the way she moved—purposeful, yet unsteady.
He observed in silence, his expression remaining carefully neutral. She had the kind of beauty that commanded attention, but it was her manner, not her appearance, that caught him.
Samir let out a soft snort, the faintest flick of his tail betraying his amusement.
He studied her for another moment, then rose with quiet, deliberate grace. His steps were steady, the soft pad of his paws making little noise as he approached. The sun cast faint shadows across his golden-black pelt. When he was close enough to be acknowledged, he let out a low rumble of greeting.
“The sea does not beg the river to flow into its depths. It simply waits, and the river obeys its nature.” A vague riddle upon the tongue. There was an almost sinister sneer upon his roguishly handsome face as he made to circle the woman, slowly.
A snake in water.
RE: Pearl - Leto - November 28, 2024
A man approached speaking in riddles that Leto could not understand. She had little idea of what his intentions may be, if he intended to be insulting or complimentary. It did not matter, she would play dumb either way.
Her eyes instinctually followed as he circled, plush white fur holding to her shape. Not often did she meet someone larger than she.
Her head turned to a tilt, a smile crossing her doe-eyed face.
Are you a poet?She asked.
I can't say I understand, but your words do have a nice ring to them.
RE: Pearl - Samirseti - November 28, 2024
Samirseti’s ears flicked back for the briefest moment. A poet? The corner of his mouth twitched, not quite a smirk but close. Her voice was sweet, words dipped in a disarming naivety he found hard to take at face value.
He paused his movement, his tall frame angling toward her. “I am no poet. I simply find words...indulgent.”
His golden gaze swept over her, lingering for a fraction of a second longer than politeness required. That smile of hers, all doe-eyed charm, might have fooled another into lowering their guard. Yet, Samirseti was as coy as they came. He could bat his lashes right back.
“And yet,” he added, tilting his head as if to study her from another angle, “I am glad you find them pleasing.”
He took a step back and let his front legs extend, the tall man dipping himself into a charming curtsy before the girl. His eyes flashed with something quiet, a golden gleam that never left the pale woman. "I am Samirseti."
RE: Pearl - Leto - November 28, 2024
She could not help but to let out a dainty giggle. His words were kind, his gestures charming.
Leto wondered if he could be lured, if Soto would be impressed with her findings.
Leto.She returned her own name with the slight lowering of her head.
I come from a nearby pack, Verapaz.
She did not plan to explain the intentions of the pack, of the work they did. It was not her place. She was only the trap, the lure; other's would show him the ways of Verapaz.
They were a pack with family values, she would tell him. One with the intention of raising puppies in the lowlands as a community. Strong warriors, well-behaved young ladies. It was a noble pursuit, both to those who carried wishes of a tight-knit, kind community, along with those who may be more.. sexually inclined. There were plenty of woman to go around, and they could have their pick.
It did not feel right, but it was a convincing offer.
Where do you come from, sunshine?She asked, her head leaning to take in the scent of the other. To see where he had been, who he had been with. He carried a familiar scent.
RE: Pearl - Samirseti - November 29, 2024
Samirseti’s ears flicked slightly at the sound of her giggle, his gaze keen on the woman. Leto.
“Verapaz,” he repeated after a moment, his tone smooth and even. “I am afraid I have not heard of them.”
At her question, his tail swayed once, slow and languid, the only outward sign of his amusement.
“I come from Ta-Senet,” he said. “Cousins of Akashingo. I am Nephew to Pharaoh Toula and Semer-wati Rashepses.”
He spared no moment to watch her reaction. The last one had been... less than satisfactory. Samir could rightfully say he was eager to arrive at Akashingo, and be paid the dues which he was owed. The respect, the awe of which he was entitled to.
There was a sensual sway in his hips as he moved once more to circle the girl, eyes roving across her large frame with hungry intrigue. His ears twitched, swatted and lips curled into a toothy, cruel smile. "What are you doing out here, sweet thing?"
RE: Pearl - Leto - November 30, 2024
He spoke words she barely understood, though some may have been heard in passing. It was fortunate that there was no real need for her to listen.
Now, what was it that she was doing here? She could not very well speak the truth.
Only wandering, I suppose.She responded, eyes following him with a clear care.
Your scent, you've met Verapaz's little lion right?She could not help but smile at the nickname she had bestowed upon Arslan.
Russet fur, kinda cocky?She posed the basic traits first to see if she would get a hit. She doubted that Arslan would appreciate her giving his location up to a stranger.
RE: Pearl - Samirseti - November 30, 2024
Samir's gaze, pools of molten gold, betrayed his surprise. As he looked upon the lady, let his eyes memorize the plush curves of her frame, he couldn't say he could appreciate what she had to offer. Not anymore.
Not while Nefer occupied his mind. Samir's tongue came to unfurl from his mouth, swiping along his maw, as if he could still taste the man upon his fur. Where he had pressed his mouth to him repeatedly.
Samirseti's eyes burned now, but not upon Leto. They almost looked past her, lost in some pool of imagination. Then, he shook his head. He rasped a smile.
"I have." His smile was ingenuine, scarred by longing. "Say,"
His smile curled into something more devious, and he batted his eyes at the woman. "Tell the little lion that Benim is looking for him, won't you?"
RE: Pearl - Leto - November 30, 2024
His words made her blink. The way his eyes burned and yet stared past her as she mentioned the man made something click, and Leto was not one to step in the way of another's prize.
A smile settled on her face once again, her tail waving in what could only be pure excitement.
I'll have him come see you then!She had broken character, but maybe it was for the best.
Buh-bye, Samirseti!She practically skipped back to Verapaz. What a matchmaker she would be!
RE: Pearl - Samirseti - November 30, 2024
He watched her retreat, his posture still, large shoulders rolling and straightening. His smile faded into the shadow of a darker thought, one he didn't fully understand yet, but the crackling hunger that had flared when she spoke of Nefer had been undeniable.
His tail lashed once, barely a flicker in the air.
But as the woman disappeared from his sight, the small flicker of warmth she had offered was replaced by the phantom presence of Nefer—of the tangled, half-forgotten feelings that he could no longer disentangle.
And though his mind had been fixed on Nefer's image, Samirseti could not suppress the twisted knot in his chest.
But he would wait. He had nothing but time now.