Delia on the streets (open)

Delia's talons grabbed air and scraped the pavement, not inhumanly sharp but tough. She caught herself on all fours, eyes darting up at the panicked fluttering of the hybrid. "Mmm," she murmured pleasantly. "Practically ideal."

Her eyes would dart around, quickly assessing the environment. She'd decide to take the opposite approach, darting aside from him and sliding up a lamppost with her trademark fluidity. When she was roughly above him, she'd dig her heels into it and lunge down at him from above, trying to lash her arms around his wings and trap/ground him for a bit.

"Haha... i broke free...urhmpffff... " he didn't have time to exult for his apparently succeeded escape, that the sensually slinking Delia caught him from above, just like constrictor snakes on documentary films.... but HE was the prey in this case.

"G-Gasp, n-no... he tried to flap his wings again but he could not this time, while Delia grounded him with a slow, seductive, and yet very effective maneuvre.

Her arms wrapped snugly around the base of his wings (with a hint of her boneless-like fluidity to the hold), she'd loop her leg effortlessly in front of one of Alamir's, trying to shove him face first to the pavement as people scrambled from the area. At least, to a safer viewing distance.

She'd let her tongue slip out and tickle over his ear if she brought him down. "Caught so easily? Not my little prey," she purred. "Need to make you last a while. Work up an appetite..." She'd lick his cheek suggestively.

Alamir blushed at the taunting lick. Her playful way to toy with "her little prey" was alluring and seductive, as caressing his mind, but he was not nearly close to give up now.

A burst of demonic strenght istinctively coursed his body during his uneased struggles, as he pumped his arms lifting their combined weight andletting both of them fall back into the ground, Delia's back first this time.

"Ngrr...y-you will have to do more than that to subdue me..."

Delia let out a grunt, eased into a hiss as her head and back hit the pavement suddenly. Her hold hindered her as she was especially tangled under his wings, removing them a bit clumsily as stars flashed in front of her crimson eyes for a bit. If Alamir didn't make further moves against her, she'd let out a soft snarl and wrap an arm around his neck and bring her other hand to his throat. "Better..." she thought to herself at his struggling.

Delia's hissing sounded like a teasing caress to Alamir's ears, distracting him enough to allow the serpentine beauty to wrap her arms around his neck, preventing him from pulling away. "Ngghhh.... he groaned softly, surprised by Delia's peculiar fighting style. She seemed to have sensual, sinuous movements, but once in her clutches it was very hard to squirm out.

She'd let out a pleased little hum as her grip reached Alamir's throat, squeezing with a slowly increasing amount of pressure to begin strangling the hybrid in a more traditional method, pulling him backward against a brick wall to secure her position and starting to softly but significantly dig her nails into the flesh of his neck.

((OOC: is she in front or behind him?))
Alamir's face went red as he started gagging from Delia's slow strangling. Plus, there was something in her sultry voice making him feel umcomfy at the idea of hitting her in order to break free. Yet, he needed to struggle his way out of her clutches while he could.

"G-Gasp... t-too tight..." His hand got to grab her wrist and squeeze hard, hopefully enough to force her loosening the grip on his throat and pull her hand apart. "Y-You w-won't have me..." he groaned.

((should still be behind, by my count, still from the overhead ambush))

"Aaaah!" Delia let out a cry as her opponent clamped down on her wrists, making her grip break almost instantly. She wasn't especially durable, and certainly not very strong beyond her flexibility, so Alamir would have no trouble pulling her hands off of him. If he held her in place, though, rather than throw or move her, she'd wriggle a bit to resist, then settle for sinking her fangs into one of his shoulder suddenly.

((yea that's what i thought^^))
Alamir smirked as he got to loosen her hold, confident in his strenght. "Hnrfff.... l-looks like the lovely snake is tired of constricting... nghrr...." he groaned, apparently breaking free.

Though, as he lingered a bit (too much) to catch his breathe... a stinging sensation hit his shoulder, causing him to groan in surprise and slight pain. "W-Wha...Unghhhh..."

As a result, he had to let go of Delia's hands, so she had the chance to pull him back into her coils.