And the winner for the Twilight Snarkle award is... · 3:09am Dec 17th, 2017
When Dim entered the room, time seemed to stand still for Blackbird, who could not take her eyes off of him. He was showered and he had been groomed; his pelt was sleek, shiny, and perfect; but most of all, there was something about his commanding gaze that made the muscles along the insides of her thighs quiver. A bottle of wine floated just beside him, along with a platter of cheese. Flexing her talons, she almost couldn’t stand just how appealing Dim was at this moment.
“Dim would make for a stunning mare,” the Bard remarked with dry, refined wit.
“He’s certainly in that weird in-between place, just like Eerie.” Bombay nudged her companion in the ribs and nodded her head. “It makes you wonder just how many creatures had to go and have a good think about their sexuality after looking at him.”
Before any further distractions could take place, Blackbird remembered her duties and she shot Munro a sidelong glance out of the corner of her eye. The calf looked nervous and was trying to hide it, but doing a lousy job. Dim could every bit as intimidating as he was attractive and Blackbird began to wonder if poor Munro was attracted to Dim or just afraid of him.
“Dim, this is your valet. His name is Munro. Also, earlier today, I was sworn in as your royal guard.” This seemed to get Dim’s attention, and Blackbird felt her heart skip a beat when he turned to look right at her, even though she couldn’t see his eyes. When his lip curled back from his teeth in a sneer, she felt her wings twitch against her sides.
“He’s a calf,” Dim deadpanned in a reedy, nasal drone.
“Yeah, well, he’s learning how to be a valet, sort of like how you’re learning how to be a prince.” The new expression on Dim’s face gave Blackbird pause, because if looks could kill, she knew that she’d be dead right now. His fury was exciting and she felt a moist heat growing deep within the cleft of her nethers. Knowing that he was all bluster, she continued, “You know Dim, maybe you could ask Munro for pointers, he has fantastic manners.”
Blackbird Coffyn, for her stunning evisceration of her own best friend. Huzzah!
if roasts could kill she would blown poor dim to bits XD
Oooooooh~
Also, this just in: Pones, when well-kept, are sexy.