Swiftcurrent Creek escuela

He studied her with his fathomless blue eyes. Wondering if she was telling the truth. He let out a breath and gave a nod.

Sometimes that's a scary thing.

He motioned her over, friendly. Do you want me to get some of the leaves from your back.

He meant nothing untoward. He really just wanted ot help and also make her feel better somehow. He felt like a jerk for scaring her like that. He wouldn't have really hurt her, but someone must have sometime.

silvertongue hesitated, then turned so that arric might complete his offering, the delicate nape exposed in completeness to the heavy teeth. she shut her eyes as his warm breath moved against her skin, stirring electric against the bruising of her body from their spar.

He was gentle as he could be, and once he had the leaves and snow from her pelt. He would back up and give her the space she obviously craved. 

Better? He asked tone kind.

He was far enough away that she could be comfortable again he hoped.

"yes." but now her eyes were on him; silvertongue slowly sidled before arric, reaching, reaching to brush the top of his shoulder with her lips. she said nothing, only waited in invitation. would he have such hesitations as akavir?

He blinked, down at her. Surprised at the complete 180. Unsure what to do at first. He just sat quietly with his thoughts. He knew she had offered this before, then he thought of Lestan and Akavir and he wasn't certain anymore of the rules. 

He'd have said before that he and Akavir shared well, but now he wasn't certain and he didn't want to overstep a bound, but was he really when Akavir had Jakoul? And there was no set idea in place for other things.

He made a soft churr sound and then he nodded. He would deal with the ramifications later if there were any. This was how Silvertongue showed most of her emotions it seemed. Therefore were she upset or angry, this would be an outlet for her right?

So with a gentle tease he ran his muzzle from her nose to her head and softly nibbled at the soft fur of her ruff.

He would allow her to lead this how she saw fit, because he had scared her enough. And he didn't wish to scare her further.

arric responded and silvertongue grinned, turning to lave his massive muzzle with a teasing tongue. she turned to face him, kissing his chest, pressing herself closer with a flick of her tail, a purl in her throat. their disparity in sizes did not halt her; she would find a way, and the pleasure of discovering this accomodation excited her greatly. distract me.

Gently he moved to curl against her. A press here and he allowed her to lead. He just followed as gently as he could. A nip to her shoulder, a playful lick to her face. His tongue darted out to splay across the spot she had just licked. He had to tilt his head slightly to look down at her when she pressed to close.

she spurred him on with a low growl. perhaps later she might compare the two of them, the larger and the shorter, both fierce with muscle and the ability to easily slay. for now, silvertongue unfurled completely now to arric, impatient to know quietude in her mind.

He gave a soft huff of a laugh. She was impatient, very well. So he surged forward. Body pulling her tightly to his own. Touching all the places he had noticed thus far that made the soft noise in the back of her throat and making sure as always his partner was taken care of and sated, before his own.

-Fade to Black-