Some days, the animal inside is closer to the surface than others. There's no telling what will bring her up to the surface or what she'll want when she gets there. That's always the question. She's aggressive particularly when she's in one of *those* moods.
Today was one of those days. The only music that appealed to her was music with a heavy rhythm to them, Music she can stalk and slink to...music that she can hurt or be hurt to...music that brings out the driving sexual, sensual side of her, where everything is blood and bone and claw and raw instinct.
The eyes....they can always tell where she's at. Heavy, slitted, they watch everyone that moves around her, seeking out those that are prey and those that might bend her around to their will. Picking out who she will push against and who she'll let pass by was easy.
Arousal. Heat. She won't be satisfied until she finds the person that will match her. The person that has that inner animal that can control and make her give over, who can push her to slip out of the chains she keeps around the wildness inside. To just be. Elemental. Wild.
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