Lion Head Mesa [MP] Hidden within

i am so sorry for the wait, i'm gonna tack a conclusion on here for trade purposes!

His teeth snag at the windpipe resting beneath hot-blooded skin, and her response is a wild snarl and a swing of her forepaw aimed at his jaw; an attempt to dissuade.
Whether or not she succeeds at such, the spar blooms into a game of fire; they come away in a draw, bruised and battered, and she nurses a cut that stains her shoulder with the press of her tongue. You are not bad, the tangerine gaze is alight with adrenaline as her breath hitches in her throat. I am impressed.
With him, with herself.
Whether or not he follows, she would return to her intended task of the afternoon; a bath in the crystalline serpent.