??? /// voracites.
In the past she’d heard similar questions from others dressed in black & red, but when they came from an equal the sparkle of surprise she thought dead shimmered anew within jade optics. An equal asking about the decision she’d taken always sounded like judgement rather than curiosity ( perhaps because part of her understood the implicit treason ), & although sinking claws into golden feathers was a quick solution to the discomfort he’d awaken the woman never abandoned her lax stance. With dropped shoulders & arms folder underneath her bosom the growing tension was only visible in contrasted pupils, perhaps in the uneasy flick of pointy appendages attached to crimson crown as well if one put enough attention. ❝ You are quite a curious bird, aren’t you ? Better be careful with that tongue, you never know who is eager to get a new one. ❞ The corners of scarlet-coated lips rose for a cynical smile to appear, & with a low chortle the subject was avoided for as long as she refused to provide an answer. She couldn’t stop others from speaking their mind just like they couldn’t force a tease to become an honest reveal, as the vastaya enjoyed it like a domestic feline about to get away with its own game before deciding to please the flashing creature. ❝ Not a spell nor coercion ; it’s just my desire. ——— What I crave for is bonded to humans & through false obedience they loose their grip, you should try my methods sometime. ❞ Guiding one clawed digit toward his chin the kiilash found a moment to hold his face in place, sharp keratin lightly pressed against soft flesh. Katarina didn’t aim to hurt his skin but the circling motion wasn’t fondly received when she was the person being inspected, so better was to encourage his steps to halt if he hadn’t decided to stop already. ❝ But let’s talk about you instead. The capital is bare meters away & you keep wandering like nothing, is there anything in particular you’re looking for ? ❞
inquisitive mind is rewarded with the curiosity of another, hoping to bask in the light of rakan's own secrets, his reason for being so near the capital. what truth could he offer, now matter how faux it may sound ? his curiosity got the best of him, causing him to gravitate towards subservient kiilash ( no, she just mentioned her obedience wasn't genuine in any way. a sly one she is, if he's honest ). albeit he could conjure up a lie from his gut, he wasn't granted much liberty, what with her hands being in current possession of his face. one wrong move & he may, truly, experience her true wrath. murderous. domineering. death's hand is hers to command. he's intrigued, notwithstanding the fact his tracks were put to a halt.
❛ no special reason. ❜ there, a glib remark in his attempt to fool her. cunning can rakan be, knowing full well that it took to survive even the harshest human, the deadliest beings of life. naturally, his object of perfect synergy ( the one whose love captivated him, whose feathers as sharp as her silver tongue ) was missing, so any attempt at combat could prove far too risky. ❛ just thought i could help a lost kitty was all. ❜ condescending comes his remark, chuckle emitting from his throat. his statement was the exact opposite of being careful, who is he to deny a moment of fun, a moment of that carefree nature he's come to oh, so love. he won't die. not when he's got a cause to see to fruition alongside her. ❛ you don't need my help, from the looks of it. ❜ there's truth to his words now, head tilting to the side slightly, curve of his lips raising to form that smug grin.