Porcupine Ridge seven spider eyes, for every day of the week [mtr.]

icy claws stroke her spine in a velveteen caress at the touch of his eyes. so luminescent in their ethereal blaze, an otherwordly flame in their ability to scorch you with shards of the purest ice. how could she not shudder at their contact. the tilt of his lips draws her closer; the beautiful predator, like the fanged drinkers of blood from fairytales. so enticing, built to draw you forth until they could strike through the bliss and do what they wished without the slightest of struggles. oh how delightful it was. yet as seraphic as tundra may appear with her fleeting glimpes of pearly fangs whilst a salmon tongue sneaks leisurely across, she too could be accused of the same predatory tactics as he. none ever spoke of a story where both drew the other in with unspoken promises and delights- who struck first? and who was to fall prey if neither had been assigned that role initially. 

the rumble of his chuckle, breaking the frigid air like a clap of thunder as it ecompasses her form. so powerful of her to draw that forth, like causing the very earth to shift; his stoic demeanour could not thawrt her. a true smile graces serpentine features now as he is quick to pass back a returning comment. the slightest of movements tilts her head to the side whilst a laugh seeps forth; treacherously soft and lilting in nature whilst it wrapped smoothly and daintily about any that may witness it until in a position that it could tighten in intensity and do as much damage as the most ravaging of roars. "your obsession and destiny are nowhere near the same" void orbs grow animated with a wicked twinkle as they follow the precise movements of the mere swipe of his tongue. once it delivered her name, she felt utterly liquified as she drank in each syllable of the drawled uttering with that raging, insatiable hunger. 

ectasy poured forth as his brazen stride crushed the air between them until all she could inhale was Him. never before had she felt such a drive, such a roaring need to be fed and at that moment she was not fearing the idea of being prey to him; she had utterly fallen prey to her own desires. no longer did she care to deny herself what she craved just to entertain some competitive whim between them. a paw snakes forward to pull unabashedly closer so that all that lingered between the contact of seeking jaws was the most infinitesimal fibres of electricity.