[M] the calloused east.

Myrika Tears · 11-22-2011, 12:08 PM

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Myrika is by Kiri!

Myrika had yet to meet a man who could inspire such utter hollowness in her head, and she doubted he even walked the earth. The coyote hybrid had encountered men she had found instantly attractive, and she'd met men who became attractive -- likely by virtue of personality -- slowly but surely, but never this... what? What was it, exactly? She couldn't say now, and perhaps she wouldn't be able to say later. It certainly was not love -- Myrika did not believe in love at first sight, after all. Lust was the closest thing to it, but to the russet hybrid, such a word felt wrong, too. It was too harsh, too animalistic.

A pale cheek pressed against her touch, and in a moment, a pink tongue followed, eliciting a shiver and a soft gasp from the rust-hued woman. Silver fingers brushed against Myrika's own hair, her own cheek. The hybrid shivered again under the touch, completely unaccustomed to it but wanting nothing else save more of it. The stranger's face was close to her own now, and Myrika reached forward with her muzzle tentatively, rubbing its side against the paler snout. Her tawny ears were folded back into the reddish tangle of her hair, as if she expected to be pushed away at any moment.

Nevertheless, her reddish hand snaked down the other woman's neck, rubbing gently over the curve it and down her shoulder, then back up toward her cheek. The hybrid did this a few times, hovering there; she feared further progress would drive the dark-haired nymph from her grasp. Her cheek pressed against the stranger's, nuzzling the far side of her neck. Myri still expected to be shoved away at any moment -- either that, or snap awake from an afternoon daydream. Neither would have surprised her.

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