Firestone Hot Springs Plenty of Fish In The Sea

She swung her hips around, ducking the lower half of her body in the water while her chest, shoulder and fore legs remained exposed. Tzila was comfortable in this poised position, facing the ruddy male. She was the picture of elegance and barely contained feralness, while the fruits of her efforts slid in rivets of her raven fur, staining the water red. The brimstone color adorning her nape remained - a permanent bloodstain she wore proudly. And if your train of thought was particularly twisted, a clue to her lack of total innocence.

As he lifted himself up and neared her, his curiosity lit aflame, she held his ember eyes fast. Her lips quivered, partly in a smirk and partly in desire to flash her sabers at the images of the brutish bear flashing in her minds eye. Would he dare join her? Or better yet, would she dare lure him in. "Revenge. Torture their young...bait them." Her pink tongue flickered out over her teeth as she spoke. "One was idiotic enough desecrate my home...slay two of my kin..." She voiced lowly, though nothing in her words said that she wholly pitied the lives of those lost.