Flying High

the sun inside of her rages like wildfire She didn’t mind one bit as he stalked closer to her, a swagger in his gait that her keen eyes picked up on. She needed to get away from him, to leave and settle herself while she waited it out, but she was rooted in place, either by the fire that heated her from within or by the gasses she continued to inhale. So she focused on her breathing. In. Out. In. Out. Quietly, her sides swelled and deflated with each breath, her icy eyes softening with a desire deep within their hues as she gazed at him. He came closer to her, to where she could breathe in the scent that accompanied the tribrid man. All thoughts of his gentleness slipping her mind as the roguish grin crossed his features. She wanted to tremble, her knees wanted to shake as if she was a child unable to handle being complimented. Why was she acting like this? It wasn’t foreign, she’d slept with someone before, she’d flirted before, but perhaps this was different. Roscorro and Kiada had history. She inhaled once again, looking up at him from beneath her pale lashes, a smirk crossing her pink splotched maw as well. Then, his voice rumbled, cascading over her with a huskiness she’d never heard from him before. A shiver ran down her spine and she couldn’t help herself as she swished her tail against her rump. “Oh my.” She began, lifting her darkened head slightly to look up at the spiked clydesdale. “You flatter me.” She grinned at him with a pleasant wink. “It has been long since we’ve seen one another.” She purred, moving slightly closer to him. Her head reaching out to touch her pink maw against the tender joint of where his wing met his body. “Have you come to join the fun?” She hummed to him, her breathe caressing his wing should he allow it while her soft, sensual gleam in her eyes flicked up to him. He was huge in comparison to her, huge and built incredibly well, and she took a few moments to admire the warrior that he could be, the unknown mystery that dwelled beneath his skin, just as she had her own mysteries. She needed to get away, but she couldn’t. She was captivated by him and his voice as the gasses swarmed her mind. She wanted to get closer. "Talk." and she is — gold, gold, gold. Kiada

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@Roscorro im still screaming