Blacktail Deer Plateau sweet talker

He lowered his heavy gaze to look in her eyes and crept ever closer to her, inch by dragging inch and Indie was once again struck at how much he moved and how still she remained. Indie wanted very much so to move, as she suddenly she felt quite naked under his advancing gaze — as if this strange man knew all of her secrets without her saying a word. As if he were watching her, playing with her, being entertained by her and yes these were all things that Indie strove for quite passionately in her life, but here it felt… misplaced. invasive. with cruel intention.

And Indie was usually the one with the cruel intentions, not her victim!

So she stood there, frozen in time, unspeaking, unable to break his gaze. When Snake was close enough that the tempest might reach out and touch him with her charcoal nose, Indie felt movement suddenly rush back into her body and she danced away from him in a flutter of black silk, putting several feet between the two of them. Indie turned back over her shoulder to look at the brute, tail swinging low like a pendulum between her feathered hocks. “I couldn’t tell you,” Indie cooed, keeping her true discomfort hidden behind a small smile and under a veil of ambiguity and double entendre. “but I reckon he is very mighty,” she suggested, harkening back to her ingression from just moments before.