Feeling used, but I'm missing you

her heat still rages on, but she can't let it get in the way of her normal duties. the shadow upon the border alerts her; it is Avicus who arrives first, looking even more imperious and smug in the wake of her recent conquests. she stares down the huge, hulking man, impressed by his size and potential strength.

she lifts her chin in silent question, her indigo gaze locked onto his visage with intensity. he reminds her of Aventus, somewhat, save for the patches of silver that line his pelt. his eyes, pale as moons, are most reminiscent.

Avicus wonders whether Tulimaq or Prophet will join her.

he must be stirred by her scent. his next move will determine everything.