#cruorgasm

“Well then I’d force you to return and fix the mess you made, this time with supervision...so of course you definitely didn’t do something so remarkably reckless now did you?”

“ Ha. Ha. Ha! Very funny! I didn’t know witches could make jokes, dattebayo! “  he puffs his cheeks unable to shake her elbow off his head. I guess he  has to just accept his fate.  

“ well, you certainly know how to make an entrance. “

He was curious, to say the very least; the floundering of the atmosphere near to his person was something he had not experience previous nor could he hope to explain it and thus he paused in his movements, his booted feet not moving against the concrete, no clink of armour sounding with every step. Pale hair lapped at his slender facial features, the colour mimicking the moon, his skin absorbing the light in it’s alabaster state. Squinting did amber eyes survey surroundings, wolfish senses within his person peaking endlessly, but no  --nothing could be seen. Bizarre though it was did he continue to observe, this time very gradually pacing the vicinity; “Whom is there?”  

     I see you’re doing well, my dear. No sudden trips to heaven or hell I need know about? No time altering visits to the past?”

..though I’m certain that rather specific task I’ve so generously granted to you has been the top of your priorities in your absence, yes? I’d hate to see you’ve been slacking on your repentance for tampering with the flow of time, after all.”

Sipping tea from her cup, the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. Her gaze shift to Bayonetta's, pale brow working upward when the taller woman smirks but continues with her staring. So the feline does it right back, watching her within the rising steam from her cup. The beauty would learn that the tigress was a true feline through and through and this was merely child's play.

                              and filled with bloodlust.