((Yeah, that was just plain weird. At least it's gone now.))<br/><br/>Synclair's warm brown eyes were darker in the night, shadows playing across the depths and making them appear more molten...like liquid pools of chocolate. "Here you go, girl..." he softly cooed, encouragingly. "I won't hurt you, I promise..." The falcon leaned forward and took the piece of bread he was offering, nibbling it down before letting out a content caw. His lips curved into a smile. "I'm glad you liked that..." A breeze ruffled the man's hair, causing several strands to fly into his eyes...yet he didn't miss the falcon's wings casting out, nor how she hovered above...waiting for a place to be offered as a landing spot. Within a heartbeat, Synclair extended his arm, and smiled whenever the bird found her place upon it.<br/><br/>"There you go, pretty girl." Synclair lifted his free hand, and after a moment to confirm it would be alright, started rubbing underneath the falcon's beak with his knuckle. Faintly smiling, yet it still emphasizing the dimple in his cheek, he began making his way towards his home. It was a modest dwelling, having been on Hogwarts' grounds for who knows how long...course, he loved it all nonetheless. "You do know it's getting rather dark, right? You should be hunting for your dinner, instead of bothering with the likes of me," he teased, running his fingertips over Miss Katya's feathers without knowing it was the Transfiguration Professor. "Unless... Now that is an idea. Would you like to join me for dinner?"<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Nilsa's eyes looked like twin pools of flame, only, instead of being red, orange and perhaps having a touch of yellow...the depths were the heart, being an electric blue. Her lips still curved into the faintest of smiles, she expertly stroked her fingers down the length of her body...watching his member pulse in reaction. "You'd like to sample...to taste...to touch, wouldn't you?" she whispered, the words deep, husky. "You would love to just...shove aside my slip, and...take...hm?" It was obvious the direction Ghalaghor's thoughts were going... and she relished the power she had over the man, loved how much of an effect her words were having on him. There was just a certain satisfaction...a feminine empowerment, which few sought out...yet she loved without shame or embarrassment. Her eyes trailed down his body slowly...her gaze leaving a trail of heat behind in its wake, almost as though she physically touched him. "Mm..." Nilsa smiled, her fingers lifting the edge of her slip and exposing creamy smooth skin inch by glorious inch. It wasn't long before her fingers reached their destination, and a moan spilled forth from her lips. The other hand curling into a fist next to her hip, Nilsa thrust her hips up...and then, removed that one hand, fingers glistening with a clear, sticky liquid.<br/><br/>"Taste," came Nilsa's gravelly command. Her eyes locked onto his, the air growing ever thicker due to the growing arousal, she beckoned him closer with a wet index. "You do want a taste...don't you?" Of course he did, or else he wouldn't be rooted in place...and wearing such a hungry look in those impossibly dark eyes. Her satisfaction growing, she licked the very tip of her finger...and moaned softly. "Come now... else, I might believe you don't want anything to do with...this..." Free hand indicating her curves, that same hand went to a breast, pinching a nipple through the thin fabric. Another moan spilling forth, its rich vibrancy breaking the silence that had fallen, she let her head fall back...golden waves of hair cascading down over her shoulders, down the length of her back. The threads shone like a molten river, catching what light it could, and making Nilsa look perhaps like what a fallen goddess would. "If you're not interested in watching...or in participating... you may leave..." Nilsa purred, licking her lips while her thoughts turned into those of a more sexual nature. Her body was practically humming underneath her skillful touch, waiting...no, needing more of the pleasure she so longed for...and impatience was rearing its ugly head.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>"Nn... N-No, Miss Lyz..." Not knowing what the girl's full name is, Kristopher couldn't take on an authoritative tone, rather...all he could do was gasp the name she gave him. Panting, he tried not to succumb to this siren's touch, or to the enticing scent her body was giving off...yet it was impossible to escape from. His golden eyes molten pools, darkening around the edges with lust, finally...enough was enough. With a growl, he turned the tables on her, taking both of her wrists and pinning her down onto the floor. "If you don't stop, I'll take you right here and now..." he rasped into her ear, licking the outline with the very tip of his tongue. "If you were thinking rationally... I'm sure you wouldn't want that..." Their bodies just inches apart, the heat rolling off their skin in thick waves...there was no denying what was going on, or anything of that nature. "Besides... you're making me thirsty...moving like you are...dressed like that, and with the taste of your blood on my tongue...the scent of it in the air... you're making it difficult not to bite you again." His last words a deep, husky growl, he sniffed down the length of her neck, sampling the blood there.