intended for @Dhizok
sivaak stalks the silver moraine with purpose.
her mind focused on the gnawing heat that burns within her. it isn’t hunger—or, not the kind that food could sate. the scent she carries is unmistakable, thick and heady as it wafts through the barren expanse, carried on the cold winds like a challenge. she knows it will draw attention, and she wants it to. she moves, and she moves loudly, making sure that each step crunches heavier than the last over pebble and sleet.
a cruel twist of her lips.
this man would need to be strong—stronger than any weakling who had crossed her path before. she is muradoii, bloodchief, huntress of the black sea. he will need to prove himself, spill his blood—spill her blood— to show that he is worthy to mount sivaak.
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The gnarled behemoth entered the Teekon Wilds once more, seeking conquest.
He had no way of knowing his get roamed these lands. Not for sure, anyway. But if his seed had been true, and the women otherwise faithful, he could only assume. . .
But that was in the past, and Dhizok cared only for the present, only for what was in front of him—
Which, today, was a mountain of a woman, prowling the rocky ground and reeking of the utmost feminine fragrance. He approached without reservation, chuffing her way and closing the ground between them at a brisk trot.
He was not the speaking type—nor the courting kind, either. But Dhizok felt a bit playful today, and he nipped gently at her flank if he could reach, tail swinging behind him.
Gods, she smelled good.
He had no way of knowing his get roamed these lands. Not for sure, anyway. But if his seed had been true, and the women otherwise faithful, he could only assume. . .
But that was in the past, and Dhizok cared only for the present, only for what was in front of him—
Which, today, was a mountain of a woman, prowling the rocky ground and reeking of the utmost feminine fragrance. He approached without reservation, chuffing her way and closing the ground between them at a brisk trot.
He was not the speaking type—nor the courting kind, either. But Dhizok felt a bit playful today, and he nipped gently at her flank if he could reach, tail swinging behind him.
Gods, she smelled good.
sivaak feels the nip at her flank before she sees him, and instead of rage, something sharp and wild ignites within her. the growl builds low in her throat, a rolling snarl that reverberates through the cold air. she whirls, her crimson gaze locking onto the massive form of the brute, his boldness sparking a dangerous glint in her eyes.
her jaws snap at the fluff of his face, her teeth coming close enough to tease but not to harm. the sound she makes is somewhere between a snarl and a growl, loud and guttural, echoing in the stillness of the moraine. it is not anger—it is a challenge, an invitation wrapped in the guise of violence.
and then, just as quickly, she spins away, her tail lashing behind her like a whip, swaying tauntingly. her steps are confident, her powerful frame moving with purpose as she begins to trot off.
her jaws snap at the fluff of his face, her teeth coming close enough to tease but not to harm. the sound she makes is somewhere between a snarl and a growl, loud and guttural, echoing in the stillness of the moraine. it is not anger—it is a challenge, an invitation wrapped in the guise of violence.
and then, just as quickly, she spins away, her tail lashing behind her like a whip, swaying tauntingly. her steps are confident, her powerful frame moving with purpose as she begins to trot off.
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