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Her nearness was pervaded by the sweet scent of the other girl, growing stronger as her body came closer. It was only a moment till the tawny lady was crouched, so close by her that China's downcast gaze could no longer linger at her feet.
The silvery child had been cursed at birth, but only now was she beginning to realize the depths of her trappings. She was a beautiful thing - Exquisitely carved, like a doll. The animals desired her, and she in turned desired their love, their lust, their attention. She had come to crave it. It had been an innocent wantonness once, broken by the touch of a too-young boy and a too-old demon, and now with this girl so near to her, China knew what it was her body wanted. Whore. Halo's voice echoed through her head, and the silvery dove flinched at the nothingness, her large ears flattening to a crownless head.
Still, the sweet girls voice reached her, even as China's head turned away and buried into the crook of her arms. That soothing request. It was all the darling succubus could to to obey, her head lifting so that bewitching eyes of softest eggshell blue could look again onto their sharper counterpart.
Up close, the russet girl was plainly built, no striking beauty. But China was a fickle fairy creature, and saw beyond the physical build. There was beauty within all creatures, and this girl glowed with her spectacular splendidness. Warmth pooled in the silver songbird's veins, a calm warmth, a knowing warmth. A hesitant, fragile smile twitched at thin black lips again, and her huddled frame moved so that it might face the other girl fully. Lean muscles were hidden by the plush silvery waves of her pelt, but now and again her ribcage became visible. Too-skinny.
Satellite ears perked, and although her silence remained, a rogue desire made the moon-hued dove lift one hand. Blushing fingertips, their soft hue the only differentiating tone from the royal monochrome of her grandmother, brushed against the cheek of the girl. Rounded pupils followed their path along her cheekbone and down, tracing the path of an invisible tear.
She blinked, and suddenly seemed to come back into herself. The tentative touch was snatched back, ears dipping again and gaze returning wildly to the cold earth.
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