Duskfire Glacier снова увидеть красный цвет

késhka turned to face him, slow and deliberate, like a cat catching the scent of something it meant to toy with. the grin that split her muzzle was sharp and wide, all teeth and thrill, carved deep into her cheeks like it belonged there.
want to be put on your ass, again? she drawled, voice low and thick with amusement, the kind that knew exactly how much power it held and never needed to shout.
her eyes tracked him as he circled, green like a glacial thaw—pretty, but dangerous underneath. and gods, he was predictable. always posturing, always circling like he might catch her if she wasn’t careful. like she hadn’t let him the last time.
she stepped into his space without hesitation, shoulders loose, hips cocked just enough to tease, just enough to say try it.
you want blood? she purred, flicking her tail against his flank in passing, you’ll have to earn a taste.
and then, closer, her breath warm against his jaw, eyes glinting like broken glass in winter light.