Sleeping Dragon consulting the self

Omai. :3

Time lost its meaning, as did the presence of those around her. Those who cared, those who didn't. Time that moved, time that didn't. Light flashed within her eyelids as wolves moved around her, and everything picked up by her senses did not take root in her brain. But for some reason far more abstract than most of what the pragmatic female was capable of envisaging, her tongue whipped out to taste more of the mixture set before her — only once she felt someone licking around her sensitive ears.

There was an odd pause once she'd unconsciously eaten half the mixture. Like a breath before the storm. And then all of a sudden she started choking and wheezing, ribs contracting in her collapsed position. Her eyes rolled up in her head even with her lids closed, and she panted wretchedly.

It was almost as though she'd been poisoned.