The beat of wings
grew closer, no longer gliding silently out of the night sky and suddenly a
naked and heart-stoppingly beautiful woman alighted, though a touch heavily,
upon the roadway. Great bat wings, one sliced deeply enough by Fae’s blade to
prevent any further gliding, remained partly open, dripping blood from the
wound and a forked tail flicked in a feline display of ill-temper. The gloss of
her jet black hair held an electric blue tinge that exactly matched her eyes.
She walked in the identical fashion to which Fae walked, with a sinuous roll of
the hips and a gentle bounce of firm breasts that was completely provocative, even
if the sideways glance this young woman treated Scott to was one of unveiled contempt.
She looked somehow
familiar…?
As she passed Scott he saw that she also wore
upon her right buttock the same mark that Fae carried upon hers. Their bodies
were almost identical, aside from tan and colouration, and even their age,
though hard to judge, seemed similar.
Scott expected Fae
to leap into the attack but instead she merely stood poised to defend herself,
allowing the raven haired vision of deadly beauty to stride by unmolested as she
approached the flung trident.
As if he had
suddenly been doused in ice water the shock of recognition came to him. That
hair, those eyes, that face and body, the girl’s blatant ‘on-heat’-stride,
performed as if upon a fashion house catwalk, but he could only point
stupidly, open mouthed, for a moment.
“Isn't that…?”
“Yes,” Fae cut in. “One’s
mother.”
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