Shadowwyn Moor addir melek

His voice, his manners, his affectations— all tools he employed to disarm others. To disillusion them (with great success) into believing he posed no threat. This time it worked so well that the domina even implied he may not be fit to chase with Saatsine.

Him!

Winter’s Wake blinked slowly, his mouth a medicated smile.

I fear you are right, he lamented, keeping the ruse. Regrettably, I must run where the reindeer willnot always be. She could not goad him, and there was no need for emphasis that this was a matter of want, rather than one of ability.

Black emerald eyes seized what they could of the shrewd oilspill as she turned to leave, committing her silted features to memory as she unceremoniously slunk away. Openly admiring the practiced nature of her prowl, lecherous thoughts scrolled past his mind’s eye until her departing backside had gone from his view.