Blackfeather Woods even the darkness has arms

The pale dove pulled her own gaze up to meet his, casting a stirring in the pit of his gut that caused him to giggle inappropriately. His tail swished behind him and he jerked his head forward to drink in her scent. Swinging his crown back to lock with her vision, Ithrik noted that her gaze bore the color of the quiet ocean on a lightly clouded sky. It was a startling contrast to his own, but he did not mind that about her. It was the cool way that she regarded him; the stomached fear that he liked. It tickled his flesh like the touch of a feather. The devil regarded her for a moment longer before he took another few steps forward; his eyes danced along her frame, eating her up. Every dip of her body tore his mind through a field of tangled thorns that pricked violently in his mind.

The serpent pulled his tongue across his muzzle and snapped it shut behind a cage of fangs once more. While he hungered to leap on top of her and sink his teeth into the nape of her neck, Ithrik held his ground now that he was closer to her frame. A strange piece fell from her mouth and into the dirt, resting between two careful paws. He watched it for a moment before returning his attention to her face. The dark marks beneath her eyes made him curious.

“What are you doing out here all alone?”