Gilded Bay run a shot across the bow

lulz u know ily bb

he continued along, and erzsébet continued to ignore him. he need not pay her mind, for she had moved past his rejection in her mind -- or so she believed. the ivory surface of a shell came to be uncovered -- she smiled, daintily flicking aside the last of the grit.

suddenly ferahgo's forelegs were 'round her; his breath hot on her nape, his scent rank in her nostrils. erzsébet ground her teeth together in a clenched jaw to keep from crying out in surprise; had he come to claim her after all? she decided in that moment she would not resist him, for perhaps this was part of his cold game, and sunk easily to the ground beneath her captain, twisting onto her back so that her eyes found his own as she sprawled inelegantly in the wet sand.

the countess did not speak, and kept her emotions locked aside behind a glassy stare, though she did not bother to cower or tuck her tail. she wanted him; it would not be rape if he had his way now, but erzsébet had put aside the passion she had wished to feel with ferahgo.

or, again, so she believed, for as she looked up into his feral visage, the stirrings of want began again, and she could not help but smirk knowingly.