Kiliaen stood at the edge of the blackened ocean, her piercing citrine eyes reflecting the unusual obsidian sands that stretched endlessly before her. The sun, now reaching its mid-afternoon peak, bathed the shoreline in a warm, golden light, transforming the previously ominous black grains into a breathtakingly shimmering canvas beneath her paws. The air was thick with an otherworldly hum, and a gentle breeze carried whispers of secrets that seemed to be woven into the very fabric of the beach itself. Kiliaen couldn't help but feel both intrigued and slightly unsettled by this mysterious place.

Intrigued by the enigmatic beauty surrounding her, the autumn fae cautiously stepped onto the obsidian sands. Each delicate paw sunk slightly into the fine grains, causing a soft crunch beneath her weight. She couldn't help but marvel at the way the light danced across the dark surface, creating a dazzling display of reflections. It was as if each shimmering glimmer held a secret story waiting to be uncovered, and Kiliaen's empathetic nature resonated with the unspoken mysteries hidden beneath the surface.

As she sauntered along the shoreline, the melodic sounds of the waves whispering a shanty beckoned her to explore deeper into the secrets of this one-of-a-kind landscape. Her keen gaze swept across the horizon, taking in every detail. The seagulls overhead echoed her sentiments, their cries harmonizing with the symphony of the waves. Kiliaen couldn't help but be captivated by the interplay of the world, a dance that seemed to echo the duality of the obsidian beach – a place that held both intrigue and allure.
"Kiliaen Ward."

The last time Rhazien visited this beach, he’d been wrapped up in the arms of the young woman who begged to be ravaged. If he listened close enough, he swore he could still hear her moans dancing in the salty breeze. Begging him for more, more, more. He’d never thought he would see her again- so, having her show up at the Polar Sounds doorstep, a disheveled mess in desperate need of his attention, was quite the surprise. He’d decided to take her under his wing- the starting point, of his soon-to-be harem. And of course, Rhazien wasn’t satisfied yet. Would he ever be? And so, he was sauntering along the shoreline, figuring if he’d been lucky to find a lonely, malleable girl here before, perhaps he’d have that same luck again.

For a while he was alone. He’d even caught himself a large fish to eat, drug it onto the shore of the beach, and was preparing to fill his belly. Silently debating on returning to the sound, after his meal was over. But finally, something of interest entered the obsidian shore. A woman, who oddly looked similar to the girl he claimed, appeared on the opposite side of the beach. Her silhouette lingered just out of reach of the lapping waves, as she walked down the beach and in his direction. Picking up the fish, rolling his shoulders forward, and putting on his devilishly suave smile. Rhazien approached the girl, his dominant, yet charming aura nearly intoxicating. And once he had her attention, he would set his kill down, flashing her his smile. “Well now, I didn’t expect an angel to fall straight from heaven, onto this beach.” He said, looking her up and down perversities running ramped in his mind. But his expression didn’t show it.  

"Speech"

Kiliaen's steps faltered as the distant figure emerged along the obsidian shore- not all that different in appearance- interrupting the tranquility she had been reveling in. Her citrine eyes fixed on the approaching man, a flicker of caution crossing her features amidst the otherwise serene countenance. She had been absorbed in the allure of the surroundings that had drawn her in. Yet, the arrival of this stranger, his presence starkly different from the whispers of nature she had been attuned to, shifted the atmosphere entirely.

As Rhazien neared, Kiliaen maintained her composure, though a subtle unease tingled at the edges of her being. His words, laced with charm- it was easy for her to fall for it and miss the venomous undertone. "Hello," Kiliaen responded lightly, her voice soft and measured. Her eyes held a gentle curiosity but remained guarded. She noticed the predatory glint in his gaze, the unspoken intentions that danced beneath his courteous words. It was easy to get lost in the magnetism that drew her in. And when he set his catch down in order to speak, his voice was something else entirely.

A grin spread over her expression as it became hard to maintain his eye contact, heat rushing to her face at the sickly sweet words. "I'm no angel ..." She answered meekly, letting her words trail off as it was hard to accept the compliment.. Her citrine gaze falling to the fish that he had left on the ground. "You're quite the fisherman." She remarked, trying to shift the attention off herself.  

"Kiliaen Ward."

He was met with a soft greeting, the expression on her face neutral at first, but morphing into something close to embarrassment. A rosy color lit up her cheeks, those sunset-hued eyes shifting away from his. She seemed captivated by his words- as if she believed he meant them. Which was exactly what he wanted. And her comment, it interested him- she was no angel? Did that mean she engaged in perversities as well? Or perhaps, she was a viper dressed in Prada? My, had the universe presented him with an interesting toy. “Your beauty says otherwise.” He says, complimenting her, pushing the boundaries further to make her feel all warm and fuzzy.

Shifting the conversation to the fish, Rhazien peels his gaze away from her face, dropping it down to the scaly creature at his paws. “Among other things.” He says, basking in her remark, the smile on his face widening. “I’d love to share with you, …. ?” His voice trailed off, as he cryptically inquired her name.  

"Speech"

Kiliaen's citrine gaze shifted back to Rhazien, a delicate smile playing on her lips as she caught the playful glint in his eyes. The warmth of her flushed cheeks lingered, a tell-tale sign of the unspoken chemistry she felt between them. She met his words with a subtle grace, revealing a mix of humility and genuine appreciation for the compliment that had been bestowed. Her voice held a gentle tone, filled with warmth and genuine sincerity as she replied, "Thank you for your kind words." The sincerity in her words shone through,

As his gaze shifted to the fish at his paws, her own eyes followed suit, a soft laugh escaping her lips. "Among other things, indeed," she echoed, her tone playful and teasing, not entirely grasping what he was implying with his words. The beach beneath them gleamed like polished obsidian, its dark beauty only adding to the mysterious ambiance that surrounded them. It felt like the perfect setting for their subtle dance of banter and flirtation. His voice laced with subtle intrigue, the man inquired about her name with a playful tone. Kiliaen mirrored his demeanor, adding a dash of mystery to her response. "Kiliaen," she stated, meeting his gaze with sparkling citrine eyes that held a hint of enigma. "And you are...?" her words trailed off, inviting him to share his own name and sparking curiosity in her expression.

"Kiliaen Ward."

Deep, baritone laughter rumbled from Rhazien’s chest, bubbling from his jaws in a masculine, yet harmonious manner. He could tell she didn’t quite understand what he meant, unable to pick up the insidious undertones of his comment, naive to the lust swarming inside of his belly. Chatting up a girl, bantering flirtatiously, igniting chemistry between them- there was hardly anything better in the world, than the actual fuck itself. “Rhazien.” He said, giving her his name in exchange, and storing hers within the labyrinth of his memory.

Using a paw, he pushed the fish towards her, presenting it as an offering. “They say the fish in these waters are some of the best in the world.” A blatant lie he made up on the spot- but he had to create an aura of desire, after all. “I’d love for you to try some, Kiliaen.” Her name dripped off his tongue like venom honey. “But, I’d like something in return.” Flirtatious and suave, he raised a brow at her. Trying to see, just how far he could take this encounter before he had to become more… forward.

"Speech"