[ No game that the House orchestrates is ever what you expect, Mitsuru has come to accept that a long time ago. However, when it comes to the idea of a "hunt" this is almost too on the nose. The ridiculously short tennis skirt she'd been forced to wear doesn't help either.
She had felt the changes taking root in her body the moment that game had begun. A heat and a desire coursing through her body that is utterly intense and near unbearable to ignore. She knows what designation she's been saddled with, exactly what her role is, her only concern to find a suitable alpha to attend to her needs. She doesn't know it yet but the person she can sense nearby might just be the most suitable one of all for her, the perfect choice - or at least Mitsuru believes.
The air in the conservatory feels thick, heavy - or perhaps it's just her feeling so stifled and hot as she picks her way through the grove of cherry blossom trees. She doesn't know it of course, oblivious as she is to her own scent, but she smells sweet yet not overly so, with floral tones. Enticing. Fresh cut peonies with something just a little sophisticated and perhaps spicy thrown in. Strong enough to be smelled even with the mingling sweetness of the cherry blossom scent in the air, such is the intensity of her growing heat. So this is what being an omega is - she's so very far from used to feeling this vulnerable, like such a slave to her own body that she'll do anything for the kind of release she needs at this point.
The redhead feels so on edge, so attuned to the presence of anyone and anything that she almost jumps out of her skin when she hears the footsteps of someone nearby, on the other side of these shrubs if her ears aren't deceiving her. She swallows, hesitating, debating as to whether to make the other person aware of her presence - not that they possibly can't already smell her scent at this point- ]
Hello? If someone's there I demand that you show yourself.
[ Okay, so she's not entirely gone. She can still sound pretty commanding... ]
omegadome nonsense uwu hope this is ok
She had felt the changes taking root in her body the moment that game had begun. A heat and a desire coursing through her body that is utterly intense and near unbearable to ignore. She knows what designation she's been saddled with, exactly what her role is, her only concern to find a suitable alpha to attend to her needs. She doesn't know it yet but the person she can sense nearby might just be the most suitable one of all for her, the perfect choice - or at least Mitsuru believes.
The air in the conservatory feels thick, heavy - or perhaps it's just her feeling so stifled and hot as she picks her way through the grove of cherry blossom trees. She doesn't know it of course, oblivious as she is to her own scent, but she smells sweet yet not overly so, with floral tones. Enticing. Fresh cut peonies with something just a little sophisticated and perhaps spicy thrown in. Strong enough to be smelled even with the mingling sweetness of the cherry blossom scent in the air, such is the intensity of her growing heat. So this is what being an omega is - she's so very far from used to feeling this vulnerable, like such a slave to her own body that she'll do anything for the kind of release she needs at this point.
The redhead feels so on edge, so attuned to the presence of anyone and anything that she almost jumps out of her skin when she hears the footsteps of someone nearby, on the other side of these shrubs if her ears aren't deceiving her. She swallows, hesitating, debating as to whether to make the other person aware of her presence - not that they possibly can't already smell her scent at this point- ]
Hello? If someone's there I demand that you show yourself.
[ Okay, so she's not entirely gone. She can still sound pretty commanding... ]