Ramses I will eat you alive
Perhaps it was simply her presence or the fact that she was one of those who had suffered most under Zolin, but Ramses can’t help but analyze her with that predatory narrowing of his eyes. The coyote doesn’t dare turn his back on the viper before him, for she was a coiled, powerful thing that could strike at any moment. It was simply instinct to stay very aware of her movements and actions.
”Raum is dead.”
The words pour from her maw dripping in an unknown malice and he finds himself pondering them for a moment. Of course, Ramses had heard the rumors but he had yet to hear it from a true source. Avdotya would know. Ramses could practically hear the hatred in her voice, his lip curling upward for just a moment in a silent snarl, allowing himself to speak once again in her presence.
“Good,” was all the man said, his voice filled with nothing but brutal honesty.
”Let the squabbles over their sparkly crown begin.”
Stiffening for a moment at her words, a sly smile appears on his mottled lips. Avdotya would never know the desires of his heart and he’d never reveal them, but he finds her words incredibly ironic. Now, the red coated creature knows exactly what he can do, the throne sits empty.
Crimson eyes following her movement, she sheds her skin and waltzes confidently into the water. The beast within him roaring as it moves so gently over her skin, the soft caress of a careful and obedient lover. The oasis itself seems to react to the viper’s presence as the dawn casts golden light over the pool of water.
The scene before him traps him in stunned silence as he peers at the scarred warrior, his heart beating violently in his chest, his blood boiling and lust clawing at his insides. However, the coyote never moves, he simply observes as her companion joins her in the pool of beautiful turquoise water, one of the many secrets of the desert.
”Your blood is Davke, yes?”
The man’s attention returns to her face as he pulls himself from the depths of his own mind. Her words are more of a statement than a question but Ramses knows he must answer, regardless.
Yes,” he mutters, his voice still dull and unfeeling even though his body heats with her stare.
”What now?” Ramses asks quietly.
He doesn’t exactly mean the question for her personally but for her opinion of the future of all Solterra.
Did she have plans? Where would they go now? What was their place? Would the davke rise or would they simply remain whispers upon a dry desert breeze?
Tag: @Avdotya
OOC: Sorry, I struggled with this one for some reason?
