Neverwinter Forest [m] Thalassic

It was a strange sort of play, and all the while, Seastorm puzzled over it and over him. He didn't seem to enjoy her violence; he accepted it, encouraged it, but never returned it. The novelty of it was quickly waning, and in absence of the desired effect, she was finding fewer reasons to bite him. No matter how often or how harshly she did, he always demanded closeness from her.

So her bites turned to preening, then grooming, still forceful and almost combative in nature. Seastorm angled her chin to block him from grasping her throat, growling softly, but never ceased her attentions. Maybe this was what he wanted from her — or maybe it would finally frustrate him enough to correct her.