grïmmjow's entire being is doused in what appears to be ichor, the deep maroon washes away from his thick fur as he slowly wades through the water. it taints the brilliance of the rippling tide, the bitterness of the water biting at his bones with its icy talons. he lets out a shaky breath as he inches deeper, only stopping when his whole body is submerged. peace, that's all he felt, for the first time in years grïmm felt nothing but serenity. it enveloped him, consumed him. he welcomed it without hesitation and for a while he drifted off into a blissful comatose of tranquility. his massive head looms back, eyes close and he succumbs to the peace and quiet around him.

"speech"

Initially Vaella had tied herself to the Western region of these strange lands. The impending arrival of her family was all that mattered and she knew she had to be there when those horns sounded. But, with time she grew impatient. The babe was loyal to the cause but knew she needed to explore further. There was a chance that they would never come or they wound up on another end of the continent by accident. Getting a proper lay of the land as a whole would be ideal and she decided to start with the North. Dainty paws carried the former Princess across cold terrain. After having resided in the Southwest for so long she was not climatized to such conditions. But, it was a welcomed change. Blue eyes took in the majesty that was a massive waterfall shooting from jagged mountains. She could not help but to pause and admire the beauty. This was something she had yet to find down south and so far the north was impressing. A tiny smile stained her lips as the girl decided to get closer to the lake that collected the water as it fell. That was when a scent landed it's way into her senses. Curiosity consumed her as she slithered along the shoreline. There was evidently someone close by but her eyes could not land on the target... There was something in the water... Vaella drew closer to the edge of the cold water and watched as the shape of a Wolf was made out at the surface. They were floating... or dead? She sniffed at the air for more information and no decay was smelled. They were alive, just seemingly insane. To be in that water in the thick of Fall was asking for illness but maybe this was something the stranger enjoyed? She considered the situation for a few moments before deciding to merely take a seat. Vaella sat at the edge of the water and watched for some time. Curiosity caused her to linger but impatience drew out sweet tones, "You must be made of ice." ""

"you must be made of ice."

lost in his the darkness of his corrupt and vile mind, grïmmjow hadn't entirely sensed the presence of another wolf - let alone a female. immediately upon hearing the woman's sirenesque voice his ears perked and his body shot up out of the water. slowly, yet without shame, he turns to face the beautiful she-wolf. his grisly mug flashes her a charming smile, making his way towards the bank as he spoke in his thick icelandic accent. "you may be right about that, the cold doesn't bother me much. never truly has." grïmm gifts the pretty lass a wink, stepping out of the water and shaking rapidly to rid of the extra weight from the water that soaked into his fur. he was sure to keep the maiden as dry as possible, deciding not to inch closer to her until he was finished.

within seconds grïmmjow is closing the distance between them and he doesn't attempt to hide the fact that his piercing blue gaze takes her in, every inch of her. that same heart-throbbing smirk shines brighter as he makes eye contact with the beauty. settling back on his haunches, his tail wrapping around his body and tucking over his front paws delicately. stiffening slightly, he clears his throat before speaking again. "names grïmmjow. and what shall i call a pretty thing like yourself?.. hm?..got a name doll?"

"speech"

A grin stained her lips as she watched him jolt at the sudden realization of her presence. Vaella remained still and poised as those sharp blue eyes tracked his dark form. As he smoothly made his way out of the water she took that time to take him in. Her gaze shamelessly raked across his sturdy yet tall frame before landing on his own icy eyes. Those accented tones filled her ears, confirming her initial assumption. Vaella knew the male was speaking the truth, she could feel something dark radiating from him. The elegance of his movements and the silver leaking from his words. She had an icy devil on her paws and that excited her to say the least. After a good shake of his fur the demon slithered her way. Suddenly she was hyper aware of how close he was and heat flooded to her cheeks. Though, she did not allow these nerves to show, for now. As those eyes took her in that grin seemed to deepen into a smirk. Vaella admittedly enjoyed the attention but she would not be so easily tempted. This male was handsome and his voice did wonders, but who was he? - This was promptly answered with an introduction followed by an inquiry. "Vaella Velennis." Sultry tones slipped from her lips as those lashes fluttered gently. Sharp eyes connected with his own as it was her turn to ask a question. "Are you alone, Grïmmjow?" She wanted to draw information from the devil before allowing herself to get wrapped in his web. ""

the air in his lungs hitch as he watches the femme flutter her lashes, as if trying to seduce him… tempt him. luckily he’s been around the block long enough to control himself, he’s bed with a slew of women, so even though her eyes left him breathless he wasn’t going to allow himself to succumb to the temptress. his smirk deepened as she spoke, his dark lips parting as the erotica in his tone of voice attempted to lure her in. “vaella. pretty name for a pretty lass.” grïmmjow casts his steeled gaze over her body one last time, speaking easily. “i’ll call you.. kjære.” his Icelandic mother tongue broke his English, though his grin twists into a sultry, yet charming smile.

upon realizing that she most likely didn’t speak a lick of Scandinavian, grïmm knew she wouldn’t know what the hell he just called her. and if she’s anything like most of the women he’s come across, he will probably be met by claws and fangs. that is… if she’s just as crazy as the rest. silently he’d put her to a test, one only he knew of, wishing to see if she take offensive to the pet name or not. not leaving her much room to respond to the sudden “nickname” he’s just bestowed upon her, the grisly faced man would flash mouthwatering smile and answer her question. “looks like it.. but now i’ve got company. and you, my kjære?” grïmmjow gifts her a wink, still trying to push that button to see if he gets the reaction he is expecting.

"speech"