Tall, dark, and handsome strolled in an arrogant strut through a curtain of the last ripe grapes that dangled over a tree branch like a trellis. The Xanilov mask stood out in a brilliant blood-wine against the darkness of that face, but the creature who wore it was a considerably different animal than Ardent would have come to expect from those who'd come before. Those icy eyes full of ambition, disdain, and yes, narcissism. The arrogant tilt to those ears and tail, the way the toned body seemed to ooze sexuality. Oh yes, this was no kind-hearted Kassander Xanilov or knightly Alarik, nor even a wild Valeriya.

He paused dramatically as he reached a beam of sunlight that broke through the canopy of fruit trees, lifting his head to allow the light to hit him juuuuuuust right to show him off to his utmost. It wasn't that he thought anyone was watching. Just that someone MIGHT be watching, and that was just as important as showing off when you KNOW they're watching. Because it's a "candid" moment, see? It's TOTALLY unplanned and off the cuff and absolutely dazzles the watcher. Being the most gorgeous thing around was a lot of work you see.

He swept the clearing with a cool gaze with just the right hint of smolder to it, tossing his head and shrugging his shoulders to loosen the muscles and send his sleek pelt rippling magnificently. Oh yes. Gaze upon his masculinity and yearn, ladies. Demyan was back in town.

The man may not have been posing for her specifically but Mammon could not say she wasn’t enjoying his particular quirk. The vixen had been on her way back to her Levi after her adventure in the north when she had stumbled upon the man among the fruit trees. Even she had to admit there was an allure to him that her own brother simply couldn’t replicate. Summoning a high and light laugh Mammon stepped out from her watching spot, openly running brilliant blue gaze over his form. She quirked a brow and gave him her best flirty grin before she spoke, her tone teasing: "Do you make it a habit of posing in opportune shafts of light?" Mammon stopped before the stranger, perhaps a bit closer than what could be considered safe, though there was still some distance between the two. "Not that I’m complaining… hope you don’t mind if I admire the view." "Sweet nothings" & Dangerous thoughts