07-24-2018, 03:04 PM
Clang!
Vandal's entire body jolts at the sudden intensity of the sound, of the blade meeting the other side of the room so loudly that she thinks her ears might be ringing. If she hadn't been afraid a second ago, she definitely is now, sinking as low as her body would let her. Deldrach inches ever so closer, Vandal inches not-so-subtly back until she thinks her hindquarters might begin to bruise from how hard she's pressing herself against the wall. The way her body curves, the twist of her head, slightly exposing the neck - submission, asking for forgiveness. Instinctive. She's sorry, she's sorry -
Don't apologize. Explain.
"I - I was curious, and I d-didn't know how I was going to approach you about it because you seem really interesting and I - I like you but I don't know how to talk to you half of the time other than trying to get a rise out of you which isn't what I want all the time, and I thought it could help me learn more about you because you never go anywhere without it and - " Vandal stops, presses a talon against her lips, and shrinks back again before letting her talon fall. Any other situation, she would've kept pushing, kept smirking, kept teasing - but Vandal doesn't know Deldrach as much yet, doesn't know how she'll react, doesn't know what the jaglion will do to her.
Deldrach stands with so much raw power under her dappled pelt, it terrifies her and excites her in one fell swoop. There's this thickness to the air, this pending hum of danger rumbling in bass tones that's shaking her to her very core - it's a tremble that goes deep beyond flesh, deep beyond muscle; right in her very bones, she feels it clattering with... with something close to exhilaration, a fragile sort of breathlessness at the intensity and power of it all. She waits. She waits. She knows Deldrach will likely decide her fate.
; bls bls your response was perfectly fine!! mine's just eugh, mostly me being sleepy
Vandal's entire body jolts at the sudden intensity of the sound, of the blade meeting the other side of the room so loudly that she thinks her ears might be ringing. If she hadn't been afraid a second ago, she definitely is now, sinking as low as her body would let her. Deldrach inches ever so closer, Vandal inches not-so-subtly back until she thinks her hindquarters might begin to bruise from how hard she's pressing herself against the wall. The way her body curves, the twist of her head, slightly exposing the neck - submission, asking for forgiveness. Instinctive. She's sorry, she's sorry -
Don't apologize. Explain.
"I - I was curious, and I d-didn't know how I was going to approach you about it because you seem really interesting and I - I like you but I don't know how to talk to you half of the time other than trying to get a rise out of you which isn't what I want all the time, and I thought it could help me learn more about you because you never go anywhere without it and - " Vandal stops, presses a talon against her lips, and shrinks back again before letting her talon fall. Any other situation, she would've kept pushing, kept smirking, kept teasing - but Vandal doesn't know Deldrach as much yet, doesn't know how she'll react, doesn't know what the jaglion will do to her.
Deldrach stands with so much raw power under her dappled pelt, it terrifies her and excites her in one fell swoop. There's this thickness to the air, this pending hum of danger rumbling in bass tones that's shaking her to her very core - it's a tremble that goes deep beyond flesh, deep beyond muscle; right in her very bones, she feels it clattering with... with something close to exhilaration, a fragile sort of breathlessness at the intensity and power of it all. She waits. She waits. She knows Deldrach will likely decide her fate.
; bls bls your response was perfectly fine!! mine's just eugh, mostly me being sleepy
I TOLD THAT DEVIL TO TAKE YOU BACK
MAXINE VIENNA "VANDAL" ROUX — TAGS — THE TYPHOON