It’s… it’s a boy.
Anandi had never seen a boy before.
“Oh!” The exclamation slips out, girlish and surprised and vulnerable. In her twilight kingdom there were old men, and there were ancient men. If there was even a single eligible bachelor, there’s no way she would have been allowed to travel to the surface– let alone asked to. The blood thickens on her lips, begging for attention. She licks at it while quickly regaining composure. Anandi did not know how to act around boys, but she decides they can’t be much different than girls.
A change begins to overcome her. A softening. The predatory hunch of her spine straightens. Where the twilight once, like a knife, cut her profile into the lush forest, it now sinks into her skin, cradling her curves. The fading light emphasizes a softness almost ethereal in quality (wouldn’t you like to touch? to know for sure its real?) a tenderness that suggests complete and total innocence.
And her eyes! They grow wide and soft, almost childlike except– except the way she looks at certain parts of you without really looking, admiring the warm stickiness of your honey-colored eyes, the wayward curves of your horns, the heft of your shoulders. And oh, how those long, dark lashes flutter like they’re holding back secrets. Would you be so lucky to learn what they are?
Anandi is so enraptured by the man before her, she doesn't care to finish the rest of her meal behind her. She almost wants to give him the carcass right then and there, just to watch him eat. But she worked for her dinner, and he would have to too. “I might be inclined to share,” her voice holds no trace of the growl that tore through her just moments ago. It is sweet and full and hints at something… something like the self-satisfied purr of a cat at a bowl of cream. “But not with a stranger.” The very last of the day's sunlight streams weakly through the jungle canopy. She casually tilts her head to the side, and the light hits her neck like an invitation, the heartbeat pulsing there seeming to beg-- Come closer. Let’s not be strangers. That would be such a shame, wouldn't it?
A N A N D I
Show me your teeth
Anandi had never seen a boy before.
“Oh!” The exclamation slips out, girlish and surprised and vulnerable. In her twilight kingdom there were old men, and there were ancient men. If there was even a single eligible bachelor, there’s no way she would have been allowed to travel to the surface– let alone asked to. The blood thickens on her lips, begging for attention. She licks at it while quickly regaining composure. Anandi did not know how to act around boys, but she decides they can’t be much different than girls.
A change begins to overcome her. A softening. The predatory hunch of her spine straightens. Where the twilight once, like a knife, cut her profile into the lush forest, it now sinks into her skin, cradling her curves. The fading light emphasizes a softness almost ethereal in quality (wouldn’t you like to touch? to know for sure its real?) a tenderness that suggests complete and total innocence.
And her eyes! They grow wide and soft, almost childlike except– except the way she looks at certain parts of you without really looking, admiring the warm stickiness of your honey-colored eyes, the wayward curves of your horns, the heft of your shoulders. And oh, how those long, dark lashes flutter like they’re holding back secrets. Would you be so lucky to learn what they are?
Anandi is so enraptured by the man before her, she doesn't care to finish the rest of her meal behind her. She almost wants to give him the carcass right then and there, just to watch him eat. But she worked for her dinner, and he would have to too. “I might be inclined to share,” her voice holds no trace of the growl that tore through her just moments ago. It is sweet and full and hints at something… something like the self-satisfied purr of a cat at a bowl of cream. “But not with a stranger.” The very last of the day's sunlight streams weakly through the jungle canopy. She casually tilts her head to the side, and the light hits her neck like an invitation, the heartbeat pulsing there seeming to beg-- Come closer. Let’s not be strangers. That would be such a shame, wouldn't it?
Show me your teeth
@Erasmus
some say the loving and the devouring are all the same thing
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