Boartusk Heights Let's Go Up In Flames

The searing tension between their two forms seemed to suck the air from her lungs. The hushed atmosphere forced her hand with an inability to speak, and the palpable cloud of desire emanating from the wolf before her quieted her even further. Dysis was aware of the blaze they were feeding with their actions. The act of running from a fire of her own making were the actions of a coward, so the large female remained where she was upon his approach. 

Her body confirmation displayed confidence with a tail that remained straight out in a reminder that she was not a subordinate that would submit to his every will. A warning curl of her lip displayed the tips of sharp teeth. Watch yourself. They disappeared as briefly as they had appeared. A reminder that the serpent beneath lay curled, ready to strike at any infraction. The proximity of a familiar soul was welcomed, but it would be on her own terms.

A quick read of Leo's expression revealed all that Dysis wished to know. The darkest parts of her understood the gladiator on a primal basis, and there was confidence that the demoness could draw blood to rid herself of the situation if she wished. The rain had slowed considerably, showering them in a light mist that would neglect to clear the crimson from her fur. Dysis offered her face to the towering dark figure before her. She was not one to shy from physical contact. Perhaps she would rip his tongue from his mouth this time if he were to push too far.