Ankari's method of dissuasion... works? Or appears to, as Khoriya leans forward, golden eye glowing and slavering jaws dripping saliva to give the elf a deep sniff... before shoving himself back and away, half tripping over his own feet, in the process thrusting Ankari hard against the wall once again.
Even half out of his mind with lust, he knows this scent. Remembers it all too well, the memory of that day burnt into his mind. Wet fur, rain dripping from his armor, the shuffle of the councilors behind him as he found himself faced with a lone, elegant figure standing in the throne room. The green fragrance of growing things, honey-sweetened and sharp with fear.
And above all, the bitterness of resignation, tasting of ashes upon his tongue.
The sharp jolt of remembrance is just enough for Khoriya to seize some desperate measure of control back over his own limbs, his tongue. Enough, he hopes, to drive Ankari away while he seeks some measure of isolation.
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Even half out of his mind with lust, he knows this scent. Remembers it all too well, the memory of that day burnt into his mind. Wet fur, rain dripping from his armor, the shuffle of the councilors behind him as he found himself faced with a lone, elegant figure standing in the throne room. The green fragrance of growing things, honey-sweetened and sharp with fear.
And above all, the bitterness of resignation, tasting of ashes upon his tongue.
The sharp jolt of remembrance is just enough for Khoriya to seize some desperate measure of control back over his own limbs, his tongue. Enough, he hopes, to drive Ankari away while he seeks some measure of isolation.
"Get... away from me."