Magma hued eyes are void of emotion as she stares emptily onto the dark depths of the water before her, her rump raised toward the sky as she leans down to get closer to its surface. Beneath the water flashes a swift movement of silver, and she waits a few more seconds. Then, without warning, she strikes forward, her head breaking the waters surface as her snout plunges downward. A few more seconds of time pass before her head recoils and emerges. A large and squirming fish is held tightly within her jaws, and she tightens her grip every time the fish squirms. Her head moves from left to right as she shakes the life from her scaley victim, and when the fish no longer moves in protest, she drops it beside her. There is a small pile of fish beside her at this point, all of them unscathed besides the holes in their bodies where she had grabbed them. She pays no attention to the pile of food she has beside her, but instead turns her gaze back on the murky water. She is waiting for another fish to swim into her trap. The impulse to kill and destroy a life is overwhelming at this point, and no matter how many times she kills, she feels no release. And so she keeps catching fish, one by one, until she thinks she will feel some type of release by giving into her murderous impulses. "speech"

For some time the brute watched the little red fae from a distance. The vibrant color of her coat was impossible to miss. His eyes had been ensnared long before he could make out what exactly had captured his attention. Naturally he had drawn closer, curiosity reeling him in with no small amount of caution. So far every unnaturally colored wolf he'd met had all proven to be nothing but trouble. Valentine approached on the fae's left, his eyes fixing on the pile of fish. She was amassing quite a feast and showed no signs of slowing. He was beginning to wonder if she had a small hungry army stashed somewhere. "At this rate you're going to fish it empty," he commented dryly. ""

A single ear turns toward her left as the sound of light paw steps infiltrates her auditory senses, and instead of turning to face the intruder, she pays him no mind. She does not fear new encounters anymore, instead she aims to embraces them. She is no longer afraid of what could happen to her, but instead she is eager to put herself in new situations. And so she does not bother to stop what she is doing, not until he dares to say a few words to her. Immediately she recoils her paw from the waters surface and places it back on the earth, her face void of any emotion as she tosses her head over her left shoulder to look at him. Oh man, she certainly was not expecting this. Before her is a very large man, not to mention he is tall, dark, and extremely handsome. She has not seen a pelt color like his before, the way his grey pelt gave off the illusion of blue was truly captivating. Her attention has been ensnared, and although she does not question why he has approached her, she does wonder why he is here in the first place. Certainly a man like this has a woman at home waiting for him to return? And yet he is here, approaching women at random. "The tides will always replenish this area." She comments impassively, her placid features remaining void of any emotion as she aims to gaze into his hypnotizing stare. "Speech"

"The tides will always replenish this area," came her reply to his sardonic statement and Valentine found it to be true. He tipped his head slightly to the side in acknowledgement of this fact, but made no attempt to confirm it verbally. Amusement modestly painting his features, he queried, "Any particular reason you're massacring fish?" An army to feed? Boredom? ...Tapeworm? Aside from turning to look at him, the fae made no attempt to welcome or deny his presence so he remained where he was. The brute was acutely aware of her state and he kept that in mind. Even though he meant nothing in approaching her, he wouldn't fault her if she handled him cautiously. ""

The ebony tip of her tail flicks impatiently as she waits for the man to reply, her ethereal facial features remaining void of emotion as she stares at him. "Any particular reason you're massacring fish?" He finally responds, and she bites back a humorless laugh. Surly he could smell the alluring scent of her heat in the air, and if he knew anything about women, he should know being in heat made them crazy.  "Impulses." She responds in a smooth tone of voice despite her lascivious impulses, and turns her magma like gaze away from him to look back into the waters dark depths. She remains silent for a few moments, her eyes trained on a few small ripples that breach the waters surface. A few more seconds pass, and without warning her head plunges downward. Water splashes around her as her head submerges and jerks from left to right. Suddenly she pulls her head back toward her body, and with her comes a squirming fish that's held tightly within her jaws. Sharp fangs sink deeper into her scaley victim as she tightens her grip, and when the fish stops struggling completely, she drops it into her pile. "There is plenty here, if you are hungry," She offers him, figuring the scent of fresh meat might have drawn him toward her too. She couldn't eat all these fish anyway, and she despised the idea of leaving it behind for some scavenger to feast upon. "Speech"

Impulses. Now there was an explanation he could understand. Was it not impulses that led him around by the nose? Pushed him into the haphazard pursuit of pretty things? Even though their needs were different, Valentine was familiar with her situation. "Fair enough. Though I can't claim the same impulses I'm familiar with the desperate need to sate." Several moments of silence passed between them. During that time the fae caught herself another fish; a catch she was quick to crush the life from. Finally she broke the silence and in doing so, offered him a meal. "Don't mind if I do." The brute crept closer, lazily closing the distance between them until he stood just on the other side of the mound of fish. Eying the pile, he zeroed in on an individual who, despite the fae's best efforts, showed signs of life. Its gills slowly opened and closed and its mouth moved in a halfhearted attempt to draw water in while its upturned fin waved sporadically. This one he plucked from the rest and after depositing it at his paws, bit into the base of its skull to put an end to its feeble attempts at life. ""

"I'm familiar with the desperate need to sate" Now there's something a man does not usually admit to, and instantly interest works its way into the folds of her brain. Most men were led blindly by the impulse to dominate, but him, he felt the need to satisfy others. She can only wonder why his brain worked this way, her gaze momentarily sweeping his massive form as she ponders his next actions. She is not surprised when he gratefully takes her offer, and wastes no time dipping into her scaley stash. Miraculously a single fish had managed to stay alive long enough to squirm in a feeble attempt at keeping its life, but the stranger was quick to squish its optimism. The man crushes the fish's skull easily, the loud crack of bone crushing beneath the pressure of fangs causing a devilish smirk to curl the corners of her lips. It is then that she turns toward him, aiming to face him directly while leaning toward him on the edge of her haunches, to show her obvious interest in him. There is something about him that drives her curiosity into unknown boundaries. She feels the impulse to gain more information on this handsome brute, and so she silently eyes him for a few more seconds so she can construct a strategy. “Delicious, isn't it?” She pauses momentarily, her right brow quirking in interest above her magma hued eye. “And might I ask where the prince came from?” She follows her previous statement with a smooth inquiry, her facial expression nearly void of emotion besides the quirk of her eyebrow. Surly this man came from somewhere, there was no way he was a rogue. It was obvious he had no problem finding several meals each day due to his massive bulk.   “Speech”

Teasing off scales and sending them flying in all directions, the brute made short work of the fish. Very aware of the scrutinizing gaze on him, he nevertheless worked in silence; content to let the fae decide what happened next in their meeting. "Delicious, isn't it?" Came her query and the brute rumbled his agreement, a faint smirk teasing his lips. "Indeed it is." “And might I ask where the prince came from?” At this he straightened. His expression passive, he regarded the fae lazily, his speculation regarding her reaction to what he was about to say hidden well. "Not a prince," he murmured, "A King. The King of Imperium." ""

"A King. The King of Imperium." Well, well, well, their meeting has just gotten interesting. This entire time she has assumed he was a pawn to a leader, when he himself is the leader. She certainly did not see this coming. "Imperium? I can't say I've heard of it." She admits impassively, her gaze turning away from his to lazily stare out across the murky water. The sun was high above them now, and the summers blazing heat was starting to bother her. Usually she was under a tree napping at this time of the day, so she wasn't used to being in the suns direct line of fire.

"Feel free to enlighten me. I have no interest in pack life, but I do prefer to be aware of the happenings in Alacritis." She offers him idly, her neck extending outward as she leans down to lap up a few mouthfuls of water. Although she is in a very vulnerable position (being in heat and so close to a stranger), she does not fear what this massive brute could do to her. She has been an alpha before, and she had defended her home against a massive and very aggressive foe, without the assistance of Marco. She knew how to handle herself, especially against large opponents. Artemis had taught her that much.  

"Speech"
'thoughts'