Boartusk Heights Let's Go Up In Flames

A few moments of silence stretched from the large female after his confirmation. There was self reflection that lay there. A clarity that the demoness had not possessed since the falling of the cathedral, but it was merely pushed aside to continue her scheming. Dysis felt a calmness rush over her as the tension between their two worlds and belief systems seemed to burst before their very eyes. The war would come to an end. She had always wanted Leonidas, and if this was how she was to lock him down, Dysis would continue her efforts. 

The conceited part of her mentality wanted her enemy all to herself. The lines of attraction and hate had been blurred long ago, and they no longer existed to Dysis. The blood draining down the side of her face was forgotten in the heat of the moment. There was only the devilish attraction to the masculine figure that wrapped a dark leg around her in that very second, and it sent her heart to a thundering pace. She had dreamed of this many times, but there was more riding on their current situation than her fantasies. The demoness would take whatever Leonidas could give to her, and if he was to fall, she would leave him to wallow in his failures. 

At the click of his teeth, she sunk her own into the flesh surrounding the tusk of the boar. The act of removal took much effort from her behalf, and the minutes droned on before a loud 'pop' was heard. The tusk separated from the bare skull. The demoness turned to the towering figure behind her in a bid of presentation. An offer to take the trophy for himself; An offering to his gods above her own. Dy's face was smeared in crimson to accompany the stains from the drops from his mouth, but she beckoned him to take the tusk with a nod. 

Take it. The mouth that offered him still showing the marks of the last time Leonidas had gotten as close as this. A fond memory to the demoness.