<strong>Lionel Porter</strong><br/><strong>Time;</strong>Afternoon, Day 1<br/><strong>Location;</strong>Lionel’s Dormitory<br/><strong>Tagged;</strong>Giselle, no-one else<br/><br/>“And here we are, my fair Drow, at my quarters, my humble abode, my home here at Arcania.” Lionel said to Giselle, his hand gently yet firmly in her’s as his gazed was upon the curvaceous figure of the woman; though he had not realized it from before as Lionel did not even look at her in that perspective, Giselle’s figure was very alluring to a Leo-Sapien such as himself. She had beautiful eyes which pierced his very soul from their beauty, yet their glare struck fear into the heart of man but to him, rather, they made him only more excited by her. She had long hair which gracefully rested upon her shoulders until Lionel stroked the long cascade of elegance from them, allowing it to fall freely and beautifully, a waterfall of luster and elegance. She had hips that wouldn’t quite, giving her an hourglass figure which would gain the attention of any eye, and deliciously long and seductive legs which stood their, maintaining her posture that of magnificence and grace. Her breasts perfectly shaped, firm yet from his guess they were soft and tender, elegantly dressed with her outfit they were merely a significant factor to arousing the Leo-Sapien. Her entire body was lightly touched with a lovely tone of muscular prowess, not too much, but it caught his eyes; Lionel loved a woman who was built to fight, he loved fighters.<br/><br/>And he expected no less when he wrapped his arms around Giselle’s waist and lifting her into his once again gentle yet firm grip, hoping she’d squirm and writhe a little as he took out his keys, Giselle now over his shoulder as the other arm opened up his door and took her inside to his home; it was quite the sight for Giselle and as the two of them entered the room, she would instantly detect the soft and subtle, yet distinct smell of wildflowers throughout the entire of the room. This was a small portion of what she’d expect, as unlike the civilised chevalier she knew this room was dedicated to Lionel’s more primal nature, his more beastly, more animalistic nature that would be evident in his near fatal fights but more commonly to encounter during his more intimate activities with another. Though he viewed sex as sacred, unitive, he also let his more pent up nature out, which usually worked. And the room reflected it; there was no carpeting, just grass, genuinely grown grass from the floor through the foundations. And not only that, there were bushes, and a single tall tree that shaded over Lionel’s king sized bed with ease, glow flies living inside said tree as they gave the room quite a natural glow. There were a few solid stones, she’d see if Giselle to a glimpse to his bathroom, which was decorated to appear, like a hot spring, as it was decorated with stone with the hot water in the centre steaming for its occupants.<br/><br/>Lionel then began to portray his very animalistic nature as he layed Giselle upon the bed, certainly not before releasing her hair from any braids of the sort; he wanted to see before him a woman, nothing more or less. And he did, her beautiful was scattered over in a subtle yet seductive mess as Lionel took off his jacket to reveal his fiercely muscular chest, the single scar standing proudly upon his peck, as he followed revealing himself to pouncing onto the bed, crawling up to his prey ‘till they were both merely kissing distance, Lionel letting out a quite growl naturally, his fierce fangs on display, as his gaze watched the drow’s. His hand then stroked Giselle’s face, realising his silence as of yet was to be broken as he said “Now then, my sweet, you’re going to discover two things tonight. Firstly, you’ll discover the long lost feeling of a man, and secondly you’re about to discover my more…primal nature.” which was followed by another growl; she’d soon realize of course that Leo-Sapien’s growls present their fangs which was, essentially, a significant trait in which ‘masculinity’ is portrayed to the opposite sex, essentially how they divided themselves from the pack. That was alongside the mane, of course, and Lionel’s flowed from his head down onto the bed to Giselle’s right side as the Lion stroked her cheek; he was showing a certainly more feral side but his gentle nature was present.<br/><br/>(Sorry for the delay Vergie)