Wild Berry Meadow (m) And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear.

fade to black? c:

wintersbane's tail wags against his hocks, a shudder rippling down his spine like the slither of a mighty serpent as her body draws alongside his own, and she presses her head to his chin. a low, guttural noise of little else than want rumbles in his chest as she settles into position and invites him. glacial gaze sparks and glistens like ice caught in a burning sun as he accepts the invitation and moves nearer until his chest is pressed against her rump. here, her scent is untainted by anything else and his nostrils flare, drinking it in. he offers a teasing nip to the junction of her spine and tail and draws himself up along her, forelegs grasping her hips, belly against the elegant curve of her spine, bulk of his weight settling on his own back legs in an effort to not burden her as with a roll of his hips wintersbane finds himself to be exactly where he wants, where he needs to be.