Feed the Horde

[Oriena]

The groan only fuelled her inhibitions. Not that Ori had many of those to begin with. But she paused at the smashing around their feet. She was just drunk enough that it took a moment to understand, and then low, sinister laughter hummed in her throat. The promise of chaos glazed her darkened eyes, and a smirk twisted the swell of her lip. She’d only pulled away a little; enough that her expression was solely for him. Her hand was still splayed against Nox’s throat. She knew she was playing with fire, that the instincts compelling him were the ones to possessively draw her close. It should have been a warning, but it wasn’t one she heeded.

Her eyes slitted to the side. She didn’t turn, just scraped her boot through the broken glass at their feet. “I have a fucking room,” she said. The bar wasn’t a regular haunt; the patrons here did not know her. But they were probably going to remember her.

The power savaged in. Ori wondered how deeply Nox’s heroism went. How quick his reflexes were. Should he care to stop her, anyway. She met his eyes; wet her tongue against the blood on her lip, and grinned.

“Get out.”

[[I’ll PM her intention; you can stop her, or not]]