Thread: XXx Rage of the Heart xXx CLOSED xXX

RE XXx Rage of the Heart xXx Zaragnar LD xXX Blue colored orbs went wide and round as she spun to face him, he even spoke her language. She sighed internally, could this man BE anymore perfect? She shouldn't have looked up, but she did. Watching him was like observing a panther stalking it's prey. Grace and power rolled into one package. Orianne bit her lower lip hard to keep her thoughts straight and her body in check. It didn't matter if she felt something or not, HE was off limits. Same as all the other males... she couldn't help to put him at the top of the list, that way if she ever allowed any male in, he'd be first. Inwardly groaning she finally decided to listen to him, even though he'd asked it after his first word. ...you're not the only one... She lifted her lips in a sneer and a snarly growl came forth from between her full lips when she finally heard what he was saying. I'd rather not have to deal with you... You.. She lost track of her thoughts for a moment as he scowled at her, even THAT was sexy. O stepped forward and into his personal space. The ferocity of her own glare was masked by the painted curiosity she held for him. Her hands lifted, she couldn't help herself but to touch him in this state. Over his chest, fingers in the dark curls covering his chest, up to his shoulders and down to the claws he sported. He was enchanting. Swallowing hard she took a step back, out of his way as he began to move. Before she could even think of a response for her actions her mouth opened and she heard herself say, very childishly, Well you aren't the boss of me! That and I highly think one who wears his anger outwardly would be capable of showing me how I am to act. You are just as bad as me if not worse... Just like your father or is that a DNA donor? She sneered angrily, lifting her hands, palms toward the ground she rode on a current of wind until she was dropped before him. Her eyes didn't soften, but clouded a bit prepared to fight. If he wanted one, he was going to get it... just maybe not today. Orianne was one to talk, knowing only he biological mother, but only from stories and her people. She snarled now, her voice growing in it's strength. At least my anger was warranted and aimed at a rightful person... Her eyes deepened as she crossed her arms under her breasts, cold. The nipples they sported poked into her arms but she paid them no mind. You don't even know me yet you chastise me for being angry... he touched me... tried to use me. I caused the storm and came to take care of it. Moving closer her arms brushed his bare chest. Save your words for someone that needs them... Darren! Muttering a few words the fog rolled in and hid her location as she scurried off. Dripping wet and fearful of the male she was leaving at her back, it was her only chance to escape unscathed. O hadn't meant to use his name, to let him know she was SO aware of him. It wasn't as if she stalked him. She grimaced, it was EXACTLY that. sighing she moved within the buildings to her room in the basement, her request. She liked the quiet and the privacy it offered. Her mind was a scattered mess, filled with half naked images of the male, the peace shed shattered and then the anger he'd given her. Both filed away in her collection as she stepped under the spray of warm water, a moan pulled from her full lips. What was it about him that made her want to try again... at mating? A pleasant ripple moved through her body at the thought of being with him. He would be nothing like the other male, the one that left her scarred and fearful, would he? She was too weak willed to even find out. Sighing she finished her washing and warming. Damn you Malcolm! She whispered to the steam rising around her in the small bathroom.