The Dawn of New

Waiting for her answer, the male failed to remove himself from his position, hovering over her like a ghost, like a hunter bearing down on its captured game. Although, it would be far more accurate to designate her as the predator, and he the unminding prey - her playfulness found target in the male, who had joined in on her game with truly little care for or against it. Slowly, he saw the bliss creep out of the warm ochre gaze of the woman between his paws, and again found himself struggling against confusion. She spoke, as though he had reprimanded her, and without understanding of why he remained as he was, pinning her down. If there was any creature that could so heavily submerge him in guilt, it was her.

"Xiiii'nuataaa, yoou need not beeee so modeessst." He rumbled, the devious grin flickering one last time before leaving his jaws. Raheerah finally pulled himself up, side-stepping away and finally freeing her of his weight. "Theerre is liiittle yoouu cann do to teessst my paaatiieence." Again, a tiny interjection of humor coloured his words, albeit darkly. She knew nothing of the wait he had to endure, the tests of his temper. Far longer and far worse circumstances survived absent of the male's wrath. She was fortunate in that fact, he supposed; it would be a miserable fate to lure his temper, and she was of the rare few he chose to tolerate. "Coooommmme. Peeerrrhaps youu shaaall teeaach me morre of gaames at myy dennn." Raheerah's voice echoed with good nature, in the hopes of reassuring her that she had no wrong.