#c|kael

[kohledrogue]

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“Mmf,” Ayalea grunts, surprised by Kael’s boldness, but less surprised by the action itself given earlier flirtations. She returns the kiss, reaching up and twisting her fingers into his tunic, holding him there with more force than is necessary. 

After a few moments, she pulls away and smirks at him. “Is that supposed to be my reward for helping you?” Her smirk turns to one more sultry. “Because I may need a bit more than that.”

[kohledrogue]

[drunk text] Can you pls remind me tomorrow of how much of a fool I made myself tonight

[[text: Kael]] Don’t worry, I’m recording everything

[kohledrogue]

Let’s Go Poke It ||with wolfofriften||

@wolfofriften

She’d been wandering through the woods in the Rift after meeting with Delvin to sell what she’d raided from the homes of Riften’s wealthy. Some of those things had come from the Black-Briar lodge, but she kept that information to herself; the guild would never fence items belonging to Maven’s family.

It’d been some time since she fed, and she was in the mood to hunt. Giving into the urge led her to the woods in hopes of finding some bandits. As she continued wandering, the scent of a lone werewolf caught her attention. Curiosity usually won over common sense; werewolves were dangerous, especially those that were feral, but she wanted to find out for sure.

Ayalea began heading in the direction of the scent, trying to keep as low a profile as possible. It likely wouldn’t do much to help though; if she caught the werewolf’s scent, they’d likely smell hers. Still, not enough reason to turn back around.