Canttina was an image of power again. Her wounds were healing. Her front fore paw was healing greatly. She could step on it but carefully. Her tail still hung limp, the base was still broken, but healing. The woman got a lot of medical help from her bitches. She was enjoying her free time. Peace and solitude. The daemon was wandering around the north. Her body was seen tredding across the usually white blanket of snow. Her hulking paws thudded across the brisk ground without care. Yellow orbs landed upon the cavern before her. It was an interesting cave. The woman wiggled her way into the cavern, her claws clicking upon the smooth stone. Pads sliding across the loose pebbles. She lurked further into the halls. Eyes flicked from painting to painting. They were off. But, she was use to Human objects. She lived at the S.S Antiox of course. The woman continued on, wiggling her way through the passages, she enjoyed the scilence for once. Though the constant voices did not cease, they never did. The masked lady would continue though, until someone would pop up. She had a feeling they would.
Hate were his disguise and mask of certainty, and yet it was not with deliberate intention that he bore it; nor, that he bore it so well. nails clicked against the ground idly and busily as the godly man prowled. tongue slithered across inky lips and eyes devoured the landscape with no particular interest in examining much else. he had no favor in the sights before him nor did he have interest in the woman that so boldly put herself before him. eyes danced over her frame and he would not have given her a fraction of anything had she not departed into the caves. lips twisted into a grimace of perturbation and he drew himself into the same crevice by which she had entered several moments afterward. he could hear the clicks of her nails resounding off the walls and a wry grin would twist over his lips as a low growl began to rumble in his throat and echo through the caves. he knew not where she was and she couldn't possibly know of his whereabouts? "Are you hiding?" his tones rattled and vibrated and repeated over and over again until the chords died and he merely waited in the silence.
The woman eased on. Her claws went click clack across the stone floor. The paintings continued on. Red for blood, animals, pale things she had never seen. They walked on two legs. She could only imagine what they were. Maybe Humans? Disgusting. She rolled her eyes and went on. Though, a scent filled her nose like a brick wall. Musk. Male. Lust radiated from her immediately. Just by his scent. The daemon tilted her head at his question. His baritone vocals sending a rush through her. Was she hiding? "Mmm, I do not hide." She clicked her tongue across the roof of her mouth. The masked woman was confused, but still curious. "Are you?" She let forth a maniacal cackle. She began to run about, weaving through the rock formations.
