Strike a Pose and Fake a Smile
This is a roleplay between Vixen and I, using our characters Vixen and Dmitri. It got a little bit hot and heavy for the Crossroads, so we moved it over here. Everything that happens here is completely in character, and will be referenced (however vaguely) in the future. It simply moved beyond the board rating, and had to be moved off-site.
WARNING. THIS ROLEPLAY IS X-RATED. THERE WILL BE PORN. REPEAT. THERE WILL BE PORN. DO NOT READ IF YOU DO NOT LIKE PORN.
Oh, how confusing the world was.
Vixen had gotten up this morning with a bitch of a headache, stumbling through her morning in a haze of Advil and Midol, alarming her landlady with her bouts of stumbling. She had managed to take a shower, get semi-dressed, do some chores, and had promptly fell asleep in the corner of Niu's stall, having told herself it was just to rest her legs. So when the winged equine had nudged her awake, she had been startled and irritated with herself. The time had slipped to four o' clock, and it was hotter than a Tainted Equillion's balls outside. She had had hay sticking to her sweaty body, and she had quickly taken another shower, slapping on her bikini top and a pair of shorts. Take that, heat, she had thought vindicatively.
All of these events bore absolutely no relevance to her dwindeling love life, yet that was what she had found herself pondering. Scorpius was there, now he wasn't. She couldn't bring herself to say the d word yet, but she was able to put it in similar terms. Then there was Ashe- not that anything had happened with him, but she had been considering him a lot lately. Come to think about it, she'd been thinking about the guys she knew in general lately. Ashe, Obsidion, Kyle, Conway, even. Need to get something out of my system, she had thought with much bemusement. Quickly followed by, I'm not having this conversation with myself.
Swiping her dark hair into a high ponytail, she had decided to take Niu out for a little stretch- why not? she mused. He was able to conjure ice, and it might distract her. So, armed with a purple halter and a pocketfull of sugarcubes, she had set out to walk the back trails of the city, wide, flat grassy areas away from most company. Despite her lack of clothing, she still had sweat shining her body, except her stomach- the snake belly did not allow for sweat glands. Niu seemed remarkably cool, some inner store of eyes controling his inner temperature. Suddenly Vixen stopped him, her slanted purple eyes staring into his own round ones. "Do me a favor, bud." Her face was flushed, creating a healthy but damp glow. Through her heat vision, Niu was a mixture of cool oranges and yellows, even greenish at some points- the showing of extremely cool bodyheat, even for him- she supposed the outter heat was keeping him the appropriate temperature. But still, he showed up as cool, because his body itself was making it so. Her own skin showed as white, red, and orange- fairly hot.
"Mist... Make some, please." Of course, he wasn't trained and didn't understand, so he just nickered pleasantly and nudged her with his muzzle. "Nah... Okay... Mist is a defensive gesture, right? So what if I scare you?" The friendly expression remained, uncomprehending. Feeling guilty for what she was about to do, she lead him forward, waiting for him to relax before she sprang at him. Suddenly she launched herself onto her back, shouting and clapping her hands all the while. Badly startled, he took off at a sprint, mist slowly starting to materialize around them. When he calmed, she slipped off him, panting slightly. The mist grew thicker as an instinctive precaution on his part, and soon a delightfully cool fog filled the area. She offered him sugarcubes, and he lunged for them, delighted. "Much better, thank you."
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"Do prdele, asi tolik horký!" Dmitri moaned piteously. "Leetle egg, I am certain you are warm enough today!" The egg was actually alone in the nest; Dmitri was afraid of overheating the poor thing and cooking it with his body heat. Could that happen? Dmitri wasn't sure, but he wouldn't be surprised. He'd never experienced heat like this before, not this early in the year. Summers were brief and mild in the forest he'd called home. Now though, he was so hot that his feathers drooped limply. The down on his chest, abdomen, and thighs was clumped and matted with sweat, and his hair floated about his face in a frizzy halo, clinging to his sweat-dampened skin. He'd eschewed all clothing for the day, Mama's admonishments of modesty be damned, and climbed to the highest bough capable of supporting his dainty bulk in hopes of catching a cool breeze.
Presently, he did, though the source was so startling it rendered him completely mute for a good thirty seconds, an astonishing feat. While he was wool-gathering, one of those brightly-colored horses he'd seen wandering about this strange town, ridden by a half-naked, shrieking girl who was presumably its owner, rocketed across the dry, sweet-smelling lawn of the park, trailing an icy mist in its wake. The mist hit Dmitri like a slap in the face, and he gasped.
Blinking, he shook out his feathers and, flaring his wings wide, leapt from his perch. "Být zavázán tebep!" He cried, gliding to the ground by the horse and rider, who had come to a stop. "Thank you for the cool air, my friend!"
In her years around the labs, Vixen had become accustomed to pretty strange things. Rarely was she surprised anymore- she had just resigned herself to accepting anything that rolled her way. The phrase 'I can't believe my eyes' had long since been evaporated from her vocabulary. Now, she believed it without a second thought. But this... this... She stared at the bird man uncomprehendingly for a few moments. This was something else entirely. In the span of a few seconds, she took in his wings, his feathered legs, his facial features, and... Oh, my god. He's not wearing pants.
Despite the chilling atmosphere, she felt a faint flush build once more on her face. She scrambled for a reply, partially hiding herself against Niu, one hand on his cheekstrp and the other in his mane, her front pressed against his shoulder. "Oh, um... you're welcome. Thank Niu, here. I had to spook him a bit to persuade him to make some, though." The mentioned stallion was taking an extreme interest in the Avian- he had never seen a winged human before. Shuffling his own set, he stretched his muzzle out, peering at the man through his striped profile. He nuzzled the man's wing, snuffling at it curiously. Vixen, forced to turn towards the man with Niu's head movement, attempted to pull him away. "Hey, you... Watch your horn." The crystal-blue horn's base was mere inches away from from the man's wing.
"I'm sorry... Uh, Niu's just really friendly." One of her arms crossed self conciously over her scaled stomach. She, in fact, did not mind being seen in her bikini top at the docks, where she expected people to see her. Being caught off guard was unnerving, however. Niu snorted lightly and twitched his silky tail, nickering polite conversation at the Human Who Had Feathers. Part of him debated why His Girl wouldn't let him approach, but he didn't mind- in fact, Niu didn't mind much of anything. He was just that easy-going.
"Ah... My name's Vixen. Nice to meet you." She had stuck out her hand on impulse, then with an even brighter flush, blinked at his wings and dropped it. "Sorry," she said restlessly. "I haven't met a um... Oh, I'll shut up now." Vixen offered a self-depreciating smile. He seemed friendly enough, anyway. And his torso and face were almost normal... Her eyes took in his abdominals and his chest a second time, and she forced her eyes on his. Bad girl.
"Then many thanks are to you, Niu of the Frozen Mist!" Dmitri flared out his wings and bent in a formal bow to the horse. "Was much heat, and now is so cool right around nearby your horsey-friend. I may stay with you a bit, yes? I was to have had much lonesomeness today. Egg is not very much good conversationalist." Dmitri broke off with an undignified sqawk, ducking to avoid the strange horse's cold, cold horn.
"Is no problem," Dmitri replied genially, ruffling and resettling his feathers absently as he cocked his head to peer more closely at the horn. Fascinating. What sort of horse grew a cerulean horn from between the eyes?
Of course, the girl was equally fascinating in her own right. Slim and gorgeous, with a kind of sinuous grace wrapped in skin that reminded Dmitri of his aunt's finest porcelain vase, thin as a flight feather. Together, the two were a trully arresting sight. Dmitri wanted nothing more than to paint them.
Then the girl stuck out her hand at him. Confused, he stared at it. It was a very nice hand, he had to admit. Much like the rest of her, it was slender and graceful, but with interesting calluses and rough bits. He liked it. He also had no idea what to do with it. When the girl -Vixen- stammered, blushed, and withdrew the limb, Dmitri understood.
"Ah!" He cried, joyful at his epiphany. "You were to be just saying halo! I understand now!" Swooping in, he brought both wings up around the girl in the close approximation to an embrace that his family had adopted in leiu of most physical affection, surrounding her in dove-grey feathers. "Dmitri, I am Dmitri, and it is very much good to be meeting you and your Niu also!" He pressed a quick, firm kiss to each pale, smooth cheek before releasing her and stepping back. "I am not knowing any people in this new city yet, and though I am meeting some more each day, it is most excellent to be meeting you!" Dmitri grinned happily.
Well, he was certainly eccentric... Vixen, though somewhat puzzled, found herself grinning at his antics, particularly when he bowed to Niu. His words were curious- leetle egg? But she wouldn't ask him just yet, this was far too amusing. Her stallion twitched his ears and blew out gently at his new, curious-looking friend. They twitched in slight alarm as he squawkedm and the mist thickened slightly, chilling Vixen. Niu had a tendancy to forget his horn existed, and always looked perfectly bewildered when Vixen swatted him away to save herself a spearing. Now was no exception, and he blinked with great purple eyes at the Human Who Had Feathers' actions. What had he done?
Vixen appeared equally startled when he broke into a joyous ramble, attempting to adjust to the spontanity of this Avian. No sooner had she settled did he come closer, and she stiffened instinctively, the slight ruffles of her hood flaring out a bit. When he pulled her into an embrace, an involuntary gasp slipped through her lips, her fangs flashing out of their sheathes, her head... well, she was far too short for her head to be over his shoulder, but tilted towards his shoulder. Physical contact was not something she actively engaged in with other people. With lovers, sure, but other than that, she just simply wasn't a touchy person. She felt her breasts press against his lower chest through her bikini top and felt distinctively uncomfortable, her arms hanging awkwardly at her sides.
Yet it wasn't (to her knowledge) a sexual embrace, but it seemed a little too much to be an alternate form of a handshake. Did he expect her to return the gesture? Another shot of unease coursed through her. For a moment she stood encircled in his arms, feeling the oddly sensual and ticklish sensation of his soft feathers brushing her skin. Then, slowly, she let one of her arms curl around to his back, applying very soft preasure. Best not overdo it, she thought warily. The kisses were something else, though. Her pupils had dilated until they almost obscured the violet, and she could hardly muster a response before he stepped away.
She looked down with a brighter flush, tucking a stray silver streak behind one of her ears and finger-combing her bangs, hoping to pull them lower than they were actually cut to shadow her eyes. When he started speaking again, she forced herself to look up, vaguely noting his odd form of speech and his raw eagerness. Despite herself, she felt a small smile pushing the corners of her lips up. He was so likeable. "Nice to meet you too, Dmitri." She threw Niu's lead rope over his shoulder so she wouldn't have to hold it, and placed a few more sugarcubes on her palm to keep his interests in sticking around her. As he lipped them up, she asked, "Where're you coming from?"
Dmitri liked hugging. Rather, he liked hugging the best he could. The comfortable solidity of pulling someone in close, the musty-clean smell of feathers, the soft, warm air trapped between two bodies. Specifically, he discovered, he liked hugging this person. It was easier to pull a human into the circle of his wings; she had no wings of her own to fumble around. And this human just felt good in his arms. She fit.
Wishing he'd held on a little bit longer, he answered her. "I am come from Hora Prochazka," He told Vixen. "Prochazka Mountain, I think would it be in you-speak? Or is what we call it in any case. Do not know what the name of the place is to anyone else. Family are only the ones who live there, after all. But is forest far to the north of where here." He trailed off, distracted halfway through his explaination, otherwise he might have dug out his map to show her.
There was something..... She'd seemed startled when he'd hugged her, and when he released her, something caught his eye. It was gone so quickly he might have imagined it, but why would he imagine such a thing? It was as though her neck had been briefly slightly wider than it had been...
"Pardon but did your neck just very slightly change and then back?" Dmitri asked curiously, head cocked to the side. There was no wariness in his voice, just open curiosity. She was interesting
Prochazka Mountain- had she seen that on a map? She raked her mind, and came up with a no. And if she didn't remember it, it must be so- Vixen had a particularly good memory, surprising herself often with remembering something without even having truly registered it the first time. But, still- a mountain, that sounded nice. Good sketch scenery. Cooler weather... though she was rather cold now. She shivered again, goose bumps rising everywhere except on her snake-scaled stomach. Now it was getting a bit too cold. Dmitri had been warm, at least. She reached up and freed her hair from her ponytail, self-consciencely pulling her fingers through it to get it in some semblance of order. "I haven't heard of it," she confessed. "But it sounds nice."
His question caused her hand to fly to one side of her neck, feeling the smooth ridges instinctively. He didn't seem frightened, at least, which was the usual reaction. "It... Oh, yeah... My hood." Her voice sounded vaguely apologetic, though for no obvious reason. Subconsciecely, she was always somewhat apologetic for her appearance- that development had been stamped within her from her extremely disapproving parents. "It... uh.. it flares out sometimes when I'm mad or scared or... surprised or something." She pushed it out to its fullest extent, a total of two or three inches from her neck. It was a shadowy, smudged color, as if someone had rubbed lead or ashe over her skin color. "Snake DNA," she said restlessly, shivering again.
She wished, on some level, that the mist would dissolve some in the relentless heat, but no such luck. When mist was created, it tended to stick around for a good while, especially if its creator's moods continued to jump. Niu seemed docile now, lipping at the baked brown grass, but his ears were still flickering around. Be careful what you wish for, she thought to herself.
Dmitri nodded eagerly. "Is best place in whole world because is home, yes? But also, is very safe and boring, because is home, tebe vidět?" Dmitri'd always felt a healthy dose of wanderlust. It was the natural result of his even healthier dose of curiosity, he supposed.
Right now, his curiosity was focused squarely on the fascinating young woman before him. "Hood? he asked, confused. "Like- like coat?" Having never been further south than he was at the moment, he'd never seen the sort of hooded cobra to which Vixen was apparently related. Hooded snakes were not particularly common in his native northern pine forests.
Then, she extended her hood, and he understood. "Má bůh," he murmured reverently. "It's beautiful." Gently, he raised one wing-knuckle and stroked it ever so delicately along the outermost edge of her hood. The skin was thin here, delicate as the skin below her eyes, and stretched pearly-grey and taut over the mysterious inner structure of the hood. Her flesh was incredibly soft and smooth, like warm satin beneath his tough, leathery knuckle. Dmitri wished he could feel it better; he found himself leaning closer.
Vixen forgot herself for a moment, looking completely and utterly startled at his words. Beautiful. No one had ever referred to it as anything other than weird, ugly, or it's... nice... followed by a quick retreat- always something in that variety. She stared at him, mute. As he stroked it'd outer edge, she shivered slightly, this time not cold related. The odd amount of emotions coursing through her were inexplicable and uncomprehendable. She struggled to find her voice, trying to think of something calmer like- like Niu! Her eyes flickered towards him. He had, strangely enough, layed down, his legs tucked against him and his head bowed to his chest. His wings seemed to be puffed up as that sat high upon his back- a natural defensive gesture, she had guessed once.
Focusing on him, she drew her breath. "I... I mean no one... Thank you," she said softly. She lifted her chin and tilted her head to the side, exposing the hood and her neck to him. Halfway through the gesture she suddenly wondered why she was doing it- the offer seemed, strangely, like an invitation and surrender, something not intended. After all, her neck was sensitive. Not just sensitive as in the typical vulnerable way; sensitive as in extremely tender to the touch- something past boyfriends had been delighted to exploit, as a matter of fact. I'm just being polite... because he's nice and interested. Ayuh, that's it... Her gaze finally returned to his. Since her head was tilted, her side bangs fell into the rest of her streaked hair, completely exposing both cat-like purple eyes.
Her snake-like stomach seemed to curve inward at the middle, the taunt, unhuman muscles curbing away as they did when something touched them. The action made them seem to ripple smoothly as they sucked in, catching an odds shine in the misty light, like half-light on glass. Unlike his feathers, which thickened around his lower region, her scales faded off. Her stomach panels seemed to fade away at her hip bones, giving way to warm skin at the sides. But, again, she shivered- damn her somewhat cold-bloodedness. She, though still mammal, had extreme difficulty holding her own body heat, making her more likely to take on the outside temperature... which happened to be now cold.
"It is," Dmitri assured her, still enraptured. "Never have I seen anything like. Překrásný." Her neck arched into his claw like an invitation. Already moving forward, Dmitri felt the unusual urge to ask, to be sure. "I can to please touch, yes?" He murmered, lips a bare centemeter from her neck. That was the extent of his manners: without waiting for a reply, they descended, and pressed against her soft flesh, in that tender square inch below her ear and behind her jaw, where the hood began. Gently, they brushed down, following his knuckle's path along the outer edge of her hood until he reached her collarbone. Reversing direction, his lips then swept up, along the broad, flat plane of the hood.
His lips were so much more sensitive than his wing-knuckles; touching her with his claw before had been like touching her through several layers of thick fabric. With his lips, he could feel the silky smoothness of her skin, and how delicately thin it was when it caught ever so slightly against them. The color likely came, at least in part, from tiny cappilaries showing through the thin tissue. He could feel the steady thrum of her pulse against his lips, somewhat quicker than he'd have expected.
Her flesh was somewhat colder than he'd have expected as well; in fact, he could feel her tremble as he explored. "Are cold now?" He murmered into her flesh. Not pausing in his investigation, Dmitri raised his wings again and pulled Vixen close, wrapping her in soft, feathery warmth.
Vixen wasn't sure how to respond to his question- or the fact that his face was so close to her neck. The hood seemed to flutter slightly in response to her emotions, and she trembled once more, not from the cool air. Scorpius. The name came unwillingingly, uninvited, into her conscience. A small gasp passed her lips and her eyes seemed to suddenly veil themselves in emotions, glimmering smartly. She attempted to answer, but his lips were already upon her. Her pulse skyrocketed, and she struggled to keep her composure. Vixen held herself almost forcibly still, stiff and unmoving. The breath in her ear made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, and her fingers curled into her palms.
She found herself melting as his lips glided over her, her mouth parting by subconscience will. Her fangs gleamed softly, having slipped out of their sheaths in a response to her inner tension. "Mmm..." The sound was low and soft, almost lost the second it left her lips. Her eyes fluttered close for a second, and she concentrated on simply controlling her breathing. Vixen didn't bother answering his question at first, but still looked utterly surprised when he pulled her into him.
Short as she was, she found the side of her face pressed into his neck. She felt warmer at once, safer, as ridiculous as it was. She felt the pulses his heart sent out, the vibrations clear to her. "I'm... My blood's not... it's cold." That wasn't exactly right, but was all she could force out, her breath muffled against his skin. She hesitated, and her lips pressed against his neck. It wasn't a kiss, it was simple pressure. One of her hands rose up and touched him lightly over his heart, feeling it beat with steady rythemn.
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WARNING. THIS ROLEPLAY IS X-RATED. THERE WILL BE PORN. REPEAT. THERE WILL BE PORN. DO NOT READ IF YOU DO NOT LIKE PORN.
Oh, how confusing the world was.
Vixen had gotten up this morning with a bitch of a headache, stumbling through her morning in a haze of Advil and Midol, alarming her landlady with her bouts of stumbling. She had managed to take a shower, get semi-dressed, do some chores, and had promptly fell asleep in the corner of Niu's stall, having told herself it was just to rest her legs. So when the winged equine had nudged her awake, she had been startled and irritated with herself. The time had slipped to four o' clock, and it was hotter than a Tainted Equillion's balls outside. She had had hay sticking to her sweaty body, and she had quickly taken another shower, slapping on her bikini top and a pair of shorts. Take that, heat, she had thought vindicatively.
All of these events bore absolutely no relevance to her dwindeling love life, yet that was what she had found herself pondering. Scorpius was there, now he wasn't. She couldn't bring herself to say the d word yet, but she was able to put it in similar terms. Then there was Ashe- not that anything had happened with him, but she had been considering him a lot lately. Come to think about it, she'd been thinking about the guys she knew in general lately. Ashe, Obsidion, Kyle, Conway, even. Need to get something out of my system, she had thought with much bemusement. Quickly followed by, I'm not having this conversation with myself.
Swiping her dark hair into a high ponytail, she had decided to take Niu out for a little stretch- why not? she mused. He was able to conjure ice, and it might distract her. So, armed with a purple halter and a pocketfull of sugarcubes, she had set out to walk the back trails of the city, wide, flat grassy areas away from most company. Despite her lack of clothing, she still had sweat shining her body, except her stomach- the snake belly did not allow for sweat glands. Niu seemed remarkably cool, some inner store of eyes controling his inner temperature. Suddenly Vixen stopped him, her slanted purple eyes staring into his own round ones. "Do me a favor, bud." Her face was flushed, creating a healthy but damp glow. Through her heat vision, Niu was a mixture of cool oranges and yellows, even greenish at some points- the showing of extremely cool bodyheat, even for him- she supposed the outter heat was keeping him the appropriate temperature. But still, he showed up as cool, because his body itself was making it so. Her own skin showed as white, red, and orange- fairly hot.
"Mist... Make some, please." Of course, he wasn't trained and didn't understand, so he just nickered pleasantly and nudged her with his muzzle. "Nah... Okay... Mist is a defensive gesture, right? So what if I scare you?" The friendly expression remained, uncomprehending. Feeling guilty for what she was about to do, she lead him forward, waiting for him to relax before she sprang at him. Suddenly she launched herself onto her back, shouting and clapping her hands all the while. Badly startled, he took off at a sprint, mist slowly starting to materialize around them. When he calmed, she slipped off him, panting slightly. The mist grew thicker as an instinctive precaution on his part, and soon a delightfully cool fog filled the area. She offered him sugarcubes, and he lunged for them, delighted. "Much better, thank you."
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"Do prdele, asi tolik horký!" Dmitri moaned piteously. "Leetle egg, I am certain you are warm enough today!" The egg was actually alone in the nest; Dmitri was afraid of overheating the poor thing and cooking it with his body heat. Could that happen? Dmitri wasn't sure, but he wouldn't be surprised. He'd never experienced heat like this before, not this early in the year. Summers were brief and mild in the forest he'd called home. Now though, he was so hot that his feathers drooped limply. The down on his chest, abdomen, and thighs was clumped and matted with sweat, and his hair floated about his face in a frizzy halo, clinging to his sweat-dampened skin. He'd eschewed all clothing for the day, Mama's admonishments of modesty be damned, and climbed to the highest bough capable of supporting his dainty bulk in hopes of catching a cool breeze.
Presently, he did, though the source was so startling it rendered him completely mute for a good thirty seconds, an astonishing feat. While he was wool-gathering, one of those brightly-colored horses he'd seen wandering about this strange town, ridden by a half-naked, shrieking girl who was presumably its owner, rocketed across the dry, sweet-smelling lawn of the park, trailing an icy mist in its wake. The mist hit Dmitri like a slap in the face, and he gasped.
Blinking, he shook out his feathers and, flaring his wings wide, leapt from his perch. "Být zavázán tebep!" He cried, gliding to the ground by the horse and rider, who had come to a stop. "Thank you for the cool air, my friend!"
In her years around the labs, Vixen had become accustomed to pretty strange things. Rarely was she surprised anymore- she had just resigned herself to accepting anything that rolled her way. The phrase 'I can't believe my eyes' had long since been evaporated from her vocabulary. Now, she believed it without a second thought. But this... this... She stared at the bird man uncomprehendingly for a few moments. This was something else entirely. In the span of a few seconds, she took in his wings, his feathered legs, his facial features, and... Oh, my god. He's not wearing pants.
Despite the chilling atmosphere, she felt a faint flush build once more on her face. She scrambled for a reply, partially hiding herself against Niu, one hand on his cheekstrp and the other in his mane, her front pressed against his shoulder. "Oh, um... you're welcome. Thank Niu, here. I had to spook him a bit to persuade him to make some, though." The mentioned stallion was taking an extreme interest in the Avian- he had never seen a winged human before. Shuffling his own set, he stretched his muzzle out, peering at the man through his striped profile. He nuzzled the man's wing, snuffling at it curiously. Vixen, forced to turn towards the man with Niu's head movement, attempted to pull him away. "Hey, you... Watch your horn." The crystal-blue horn's base was mere inches away from from the man's wing.
"I'm sorry... Uh, Niu's just really friendly." One of her arms crossed self conciously over her scaled stomach. She, in fact, did not mind being seen in her bikini top at the docks, where she expected people to see her. Being caught off guard was unnerving, however. Niu snorted lightly and twitched his silky tail, nickering polite conversation at the Human Who Had Feathers. Part of him debated why His Girl wouldn't let him approach, but he didn't mind- in fact, Niu didn't mind much of anything. He was just that easy-going.
"Ah... My name's Vixen. Nice to meet you." She had stuck out her hand on impulse, then with an even brighter flush, blinked at his wings and dropped it. "Sorry," she said restlessly. "I haven't met a um... Oh, I'll shut up now." Vixen offered a self-depreciating smile. He seemed friendly enough, anyway. And his torso and face were almost normal... Her eyes took in his abdominals and his chest a second time, and she forced her eyes on his. Bad girl.
"Then many thanks are to you, Niu of the Frozen Mist!" Dmitri flared out his wings and bent in a formal bow to the horse. "Was much heat, and now is so cool right around nearby your horsey-friend. I may stay with you a bit, yes? I was to have had much lonesomeness today. Egg is not very much good conversationalist." Dmitri broke off with an undignified sqawk, ducking to avoid the strange horse's cold, cold horn.
"Is no problem," Dmitri replied genially, ruffling and resettling his feathers absently as he cocked his head to peer more closely at the horn. Fascinating. What sort of horse grew a cerulean horn from between the eyes?
Of course, the girl was equally fascinating in her own right. Slim and gorgeous, with a kind of sinuous grace wrapped in skin that reminded Dmitri of his aunt's finest porcelain vase, thin as a flight feather. Together, the two were a trully arresting sight. Dmitri wanted nothing more than to paint them.
Then the girl stuck out her hand at him. Confused, he stared at it. It was a very nice hand, he had to admit. Much like the rest of her, it was slender and graceful, but with interesting calluses and rough bits. He liked it. He also had no idea what to do with it. When the girl -Vixen- stammered, blushed, and withdrew the limb, Dmitri understood.
"Ah!" He cried, joyful at his epiphany. "You were to be just saying halo! I understand now!" Swooping in, he brought both wings up around the girl in the close approximation to an embrace that his family had adopted in leiu of most physical affection, surrounding her in dove-grey feathers. "Dmitri, I am Dmitri, and it is very much good to be meeting you and your Niu also!" He pressed a quick, firm kiss to each pale, smooth cheek before releasing her and stepping back. "I am not knowing any people in this new city yet, and though I am meeting some more each day, it is most excellent to be meeting you!" Dmitri grinned happily.
Well, he was certainly eccentric... Vixen, though somewhat puzzled, found herself grinning at his antics, particularly when he bowed to Niu. His words were curious- leetle egg? But she wouldn't ask him just yet, this was far too amusing. Her stallion twitched his ears and blew out gently at his new, curious-looking friend. They twitched in slight alarm as he squawkedm and the mist thickened slightly, chilling Vixen. Niu had a tendancy to forget his horn existed, and always looked perfectly bewildered when Vixen swatted him away to save herself a spearing. Now was no exception, and he blinked with great purple eyes at the Human Who Had Feathers' actions. What had he done?
Vixen appeared equally startled when he broke into a joyous ramble, attempting to adjust to the spontanity of this Avian. No sooner had she settled did he come closer, and she stiffened instinctively, the slight ruffles of her hood flaring out a bit. When he pulled her into an embrace, an involuntary gasp slipped through her lips, her fangs flashing out of their sheathes, her head... well, she was far too short for her head to be over his shoulder, but tilted towards his shoulder. Physical contact was not something she actively engaged in with other people. With lovers, sure, but other than that, she just simply wasn't a touchy person. She felt her breasts press against his lower chest through her bikini top and felt distinctively uncomfortable, her arms hanging awkwardly at her sides.
Yet it wasn't (to her knowledge) a sexual embrace, but it seemed a little too much to be an alternate form of a handshake. Did he expect her to return the gesture? Another shot of unease coursed through her. For a moment she stood encircled in his arms, feeling the oddly sensual and ticklish sensation of his soft feathers brushing her skin. Then, slowly, she let one of her arms curl around to his back, applying very soft preasure. Best not overdo it, she thought warily. The kisses were something else, though. Her pupils had dilated until they almost obscured the violet, and she could hardly muster a response before he stepped away.
She looked down with a brighter flush, tucking a stray silver streak behind one of her ears and finger-combing her bangs, hoping to pull them lower than they were actually cut to shadow her eyes. When he started speaking again, she forced herself to look up, vaguely noting his odd form of speech and his raw eagerness. Despite herself, she felt a small smile pushing the corners of her lips up. He was so likeable. "Nice to meet you too, Dmitri." She threw Niu's lead rope over his shoulder so she wouldn't have to hold it, and placed a few more sugarcubes on her palm to keep his interests in sticking around her. As he lipped them up, she asked, "Where're you coming from?"
Dmitri liked hugging. Rather, he liked hugging the best he could. The comfortable solidity of pulling someone in close, the musty-clean smell of feathers, the soft, warm air trapped between two bodies. Specifically, he discovered, he liked hugging this person. It was easier to pull a human into the circle of his wings; she had no wings of her own to fumble around. And this human just felt good in his arms. She fit.
Wishing he'd held on a little bit longer, he answered her. "I am come from Hora Prochazka," He told Vixen. "Prochazka Mountain, I think would it be in you-speak? Or is what we call it in any case. Do not know what the name of the place is to anyone else. Family are only the ones who live there, after all. But is forest far to the north of where here." He trailed off, distracted halfway through his explaination, otherwise he might have dug out his map to show her.
There was something..... She'd seemed startled when he'd hugged her, and when he released her, something caught his eye. It was gone so quickly he might have imagined it, but why would he imagine such a thing? It was as though her neck had been briefly slightly wider than it had been...
"Pardon but did your neck just very slightly change and then back?" Dmitri asked curiously, head cocked to the side. There was no wariness in his voice, just open curiosity. She was interesting
Prochazka Mountain- had she seen that on a map? She raked her mind, and came up with a no. And if she didn't remember it, it must be so- Vixen had a particularly good memory, surprising herself often with remembering something without even having truly registered it the first time. But, still- a mountain, that sounded nice. Good sketch scenery. Cooler weather... though she was rather cold now. She shivered again, goose bumps rising everywhere except on her snake-scaled stomach. Now it was getting a bit too cold. Dmitri had been warm, at least. She reached up and freed her hair from her ponytail, self-consciencely pulling her fingers through it to get it in some semblance of order. "I haven't heard of it," she confessed. "But it sounds nice."
His question caused her hand to fly to one side of her neck, feeling the smooth ridges instinctively. He didn't seem frightened, at least, which was the usual reaction. "It... Oh, yeah... My hood." Her voice sounded vaguely apologetic, though for no obvious reason. Subconsciecely, she was always somewhat apologetic for her appearance- that development had been stamped within her from her extremely disapproving parents. "It... uh.. it flares out sometimes when I'm mad or scared or... surprised or something." She pushed it out to its fullest extent, a total of two or three inches from her neck. It was a shadowy, smudged color, as if someone had rubbed lead or ashe over her skin color. "Snake DNA," she said restlessly, shivering again.
She wished, on some level, that the mist would dissolve some in the relentless heat, but no such luck. When mist was created, it tended to stick around for a good while, especially if its creator's moods continued to jump. Niu seemed docile now, lipping at the baked brown grass, but his ears were still flickering around. Be careful what you wish for, she thought to herself.
Dmitri nodded eagerly. "Is best place in whole world because is home, yes? But also, is very safe and boring, because is home, tebe vidět?" Dmitri'd always felt a healthy dose of wanderlust. It was the natural result of his even healthier dose of curiosity, he supposed.
Right now, his curiosity was focused squarely on the fascinating young woman before him. "Hood? he asked, confused. "Like- like coat?" Having never been further south than he was at the moment, he'd never seen the sort of hooded cobra to which Vixen was apparently related. Hooded snakes were not particularly common in his native northern pine forests.
Then, she extended her hood, and he understood. "Má bůh," he murmured reverently. "It's beautiful." Gently, he raised one wing-knuckle and stroked it ever so delicately along the outermost edge of her hood. The skin was thin here, delicate as the skin below her eyes, and stretched pearly-grey and taut over the mysterious inner structure of the hood. Her flesh was incredibly soft and smooth, like warm satin beneath his tough, leathery knuckle. Dmitri wished he could feel it better; he found himself leaning closer.
Vixen forgot herself for a moment, looking completely and utterly startled at his words. Beautiful. No one had ever referred to it as anything other than weird, ugly, or it's... nice... followed by a quick retreat- always something in that variety. She stared at him, mute. As he stroked it'd outer edge, she shivered slightly, this time not cold related. The odd amount of emotions coursing through her were inexplicable and uncomprehendable. She struggled to find her voice, trying to think of something calmer like- like Niu! Her eyes flickered towards him. He had, strangely enough, layed down, his legs tucked against him and his head bowed to his chest. His wings seemed to be puffed up as that sat high upon his back- a natural defensive gesture, she had guessed once.
Focusing on him, she drew her breath. "I... I mean no one... Thank you," she said softly. She lifted her chin and tilted her head to the side, exposing the hood and her neck to him. Halfway through the gesture she suddenly wondered why she was doing it- the offer seemed, strangely, like an invitation and surrender, something not intended. After all, her neck was sensitive. Not just sensitive as in the typical vulnerable way; sensitive as in extremely tender to the touch- something past boyfriends had been delighted to exploit, as a matter of fact. I'm just being polite... because he's nice and interested. Ayuh, that's it... Her gaze finally returned to his. Since her head was tilted, her side bangs fell into the rest of her streaked hair, completely exposing both cat-like purple eyes.
Her snake-like stomach seemed to curve inward at the middle, the taunt, unhuman muscles curbing away as they did when something touched them. The action made them seem to ripple smoothly as they sucked in, catching an odds shine in the misty light, like half-light on glass. Unlike his feathers, which thickened around his lower region, her scales faded off. Her stomach panels seemed to fade away at her hip bones, giving way to warm skin at the sides. But, again, she shivered- damn her somewhat cold-bloodedness. She, though still mammal, had extreme difficulty holding her own body heat, making her more likely to take on the outside temperature... which happened to be now cold.
"It is," Dmitri assured her, still enraptured. "Never have I seen anything like. Překrásný." Her neck arched into his claw like an invitation. Already moving forward, Dmitri felt the unusual urge to ask, to be sure. "I can to please touch, yes?" He murmered, lips a bare centemeter from her neck. That was the extent of his manners: without waiting for a reply, they descended, and pressed against her soft flesh, in that tender square inch below her ear and behind her jaw, where the hood began. Gently, they brushed down, following his knuckle's path along the outer edge of her hood until he reached her collarbone. Reversing direction, his lips then swept up, along the broad, flat plane of the hood.
His lips were so much more sensitive than his wing-knuckles; touching her with his claw before had been like touching her through several layers of thick fabric. With his lips, he could feel the silky smoothness of her skin, and how delicately thin it was when it caught ever so slightly against them. The color likely came, at least in part, from tiny cappilaries showing through the thin tissue. He could feel the steady thrum of her pulse against his lips, somewhat quicker than he'd have expected.
Her flesh was somewhat colder than he'd have expected as well; in fact, he could feel her tremble as he explored. "Are cold now?" He murmered into her flesh. Not pausing in his investigation, Dmitri raised his wings again and pulled Vixen close, wrapping her in soft, feathery warmth.
Vixen wasn't sure how to respond to his question- or the fact that his face was so close to her neck. The hood seemed to flutter slightly in response to her emotions, and she trembled once more, not from the cool air. Scorpius. The name came unwillingingly, uninvited, into her conscience. A small gasp passed her lips and her eyes seemed to suddenly veil themselves in emotions, glimmering smartly. She attempted to answer, but his lips were already upon her. Her pulse skyrocketed, and she struggled to keep her composure. Vixen held herself almost forcibly still, stiff and unmoving. The breath in her ear made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, and her fingers curled into her palms.
She found herself melting as his lips glided over her, her mouth parting by subconscience will. Her fangs gleamed softly, having slipped out of their sheaths in a response to her inner tension. "Mmm..." The sound was low and soft, almost lost the second it left her lips. Her eyes fluttered close for a second, and she concentrated on simply controlling her breathing. Vixen didn't bother answering his question at first, but still looked utterly surprised when he pulled her into him.
Short as she was, she found the side of her face pressed into his neck. She felt warmer at once, safer, as ridiculous as it was. She felt the pulses his heart sent out, the vibrations clear to her. "I'm... My blood's not... it's cold." That wasn't exactly right, but was all she could force out, her breath muffled against his skin. She hesitated, and her lips pressed against his neck. It wasn't a kiss, it was simple pressure. One of her hands rose up and touched him lightly over his heart, feeling it beat with steady rythemn.
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