<b>Re: Under the Glass Moon [MarxistPanda, xWickedBlackLace, Ve</b><br/><br/>Sarantsatsral's eyes never moved from their spot, waiting until the footsteps receeded, her ears following the slow movements, slow to her mind as she finally heard her companion's voice. "I see you felt it too," came the quieter voice, husky perhaps more from ill-use. Her hands reached then, ever gentle as she pulled the woman into her lap. In all honesty the only one whom she generally spoke to was Sybil. They had become close for different reasons over the long years. "You shouldn't try so soon of the moon rise." She whispered as her hands moved over slow, gentle caresses, fingers feather light along the serpente's back and arms. Her feline tail slowly sliding around to wrap around her waist.<br/><br/>"I think that we're about to see something that hasn't happened in quite sometime, Sybil." She looked down at the serpente, "And if we are to witness such a thing it means you<i>must</i>stay awake." Her silver eyes became half lidded as she drew the woman closer to her. She was worried about Sybil, and only acted in a way she knew how. Never to harm, it had taken many times for the two of them to learn to trust the other. However the need to provide her some sort of heat had driven her to this point. It always had. Now it was becoming more frequent as when they crossed into the shadow world the fake light that was provided could only provide so much.<br/><br/>However even Sarantsatsral, normally called Sara, felt lethargic. She had taken longer to fade as the moon was still in the sky, but she needed moonlight. Light and dark, how odd these pair were deep down. "You should at least stay close to me to keep warm. You know me well enough to trust me, and know I'm not going to try anything to harm you." She purred softly, a soothing one rather than one of pleasure. Soft kisses slowly slid across cool skin, soft nips along an artery to follow the trail of pleasure that led along her skin. "Don't think about this, just feel. You need to be warm. I'll be fine," These little exchanges starting to cost Sara what little reservoir of energy she had. However, she would defend Sybil to the death if necessary. While she was the stronger body, she was the faster mind normally. Without the collar she would be able to protect her friend, but that required willing to give her soul to someone. And it wouldn't be the Ringmaster or her trainer if she could help it.<br/><br/>Her hands slid slowly across what could be revealed through the black, finger tips brushing over her nipples before moving lower over toned muscles. Soft purrs mingled in the womans hair as she rested her head in the crook of her neck, warm breath teasing on the surface of the skin that her lips had already trailed before she bit down, letting her feline teeth scrape skin enough to pinch, but not enough to bruise. last thing she needed was the Ringmaster going after her again asking who had done it. Holding the woman close she sighed softly, closing her eyes. "Tonight is the night, Sybil..." She purred out softly. "We have no choice. Unless someone changes our course we have no choice." There was...a third option in their little niche of the Carnival. They could choose someone else to hold their souls. They would have to obey the person of course, but still it could give them an alternative, and for Sarantsatsral peace of mind, keep Shangri-la safe.<br/><br/>Perhaps this was what the Serpente was predicting, taking in her scent she held the woman closer, keeping her warm while she stored energy. She had the feeling something was about to snap within her. She was dangerous when provoked, the question was of course would it be enough for her to force the beast to the surface with the collar tying her down? Her feline ears lowered slowly breathing in and out, not asleep simply resting. However her ear's perked suddenly as she heard the low, quiet rumble of a car. It was distant, but it was getting closer. Her eyes moved into slivers as she nuzzled into Sybil.<br/><br/>"Someone's coming..." She said softly. Not wanting to move away from the growing body heat, her feline tail keeping her bind on the woman to keep her safe, warm. To an outsider, Sara was a statue binding the serpente to her, she wouldn't move, barely even breathe until whoever was coming would make themselves known. Her predatory instinct was taking over, she would let Sybil do the talking, though Sara was wise, and knew when things were 'right', she didn't want to jinx anything for them. Even when his scent became notice able and her body thrummed with a welcome knowledge, an acceptance, something she thought she would never find. Hope. Her ears had kept firm to the sound of any of the others moving around. Sara's need to protect Sybil, if not herself, overruled her desire to hope for herself. Sybil was weaker, and needed to be bound to someone who could give her the sunshine again. Freedom, something that Sara feared she would never have again.