"Now where did my phantom go?" The temptress thought as she slithered through Glaciems territory. Last she had heard all warriors had gone to war, including Azalea. Why in the hell she went she didn't know, because fighting against Valhalla for Glaciem was an idiotic idea. She had intentions of going back home, and though at first Liberty had too, things were changing. Despite the cold and the fact that everyone here probably hated her, she was starting to like it here. How could she not? It was a new trauma that she was slowly getting addicted to. The kings power often left her shuddering in her boots- not because she was afraid, but because she was so hungry. She wanted to taste the power too. "Isardis? (pause) Isardis? Where are you my ghostly king?" She would call out to him, luscious lashes batting as she closed her eyes a few times. Where in the hell was he? Speech

Night had only just begun to fall when the ivory ghoul would find himself yielding to the pull of a feminine voice, sauntering amidst the structured towers of dusted pines with a faint limp that was now no more than a faulted stride. Apart from the slightly awkward movement, all wounds had healed, and there were no real suggestions of the vicious brawl Isardis had endured not only with Valhalla, but with Taurig. He had tried to gravely to block the thoughts of his blinded son from the caves of his obsessive mind, however the boy?s life still tapped mercilessly at his conscience. He would catch sight of the drifting vulpess amidst the casting of snow, waltzing somewhat casually to butt his chest into her left shoulder; firmly, as he would strive to take a clasp over the back of her scruff also. His actions were not so hostile as they were a gentle reminder of his superiority, and a fickle greeting. Liberty was no longer a prisoner, and her time and cooperation within Glaciem had begun to result in the brittle forming of respect.

When the night fell, the ghosts came out. Isardis would finally come into view, his ivory and coral features practically knocking the wind out of her. She was already so obsessed with him she was going to drown- and she was already too deep in to see it. After all, if it weren't for his own obsessive nature she wouldn't be here in the first place. Maybe they had more in common then he had thought? Eyebrow would raise as she watched him approach without a single word. His chest would firmly slam into her left shoulder, and before she could react his teeth were already closing around her scruff. Her first reaction was fear, but it was only temporary. She knew he wouldn't impair her in anyway. Why would he? She was supposed to be his gold, his prize. Did he still remember that? "Hello to you as well, Isardis." Honey coated words would drop from inky lips as a smirk creased her features. She couldn't deny that she liked when he did this. Ears would pin out of the way as she attempted to sink her head down so that her forehead was close to Isardis's neck. In the same motion she would attempt to gently run her forehead across the left side of his throat until it slid off his neck completely. If he wanted to touch her, she wanted to touch him. "Talk to me." She would mumble behind his plush ivory coat as she desired to inhale his scent deeply before attempting to depart from his touch. She aimed to take a few steps toward her left, which would put a few feet between the two so that they could talk head on. If he were to follow her movements and allow no space between them she would not retaliate. Speech

He had yet to see the dark woman bring any catches to his door, and he was partially interested as to exactly why she had not leapt upon the chance to thrive within his ranks; he knew she wanted to reach for the top, and yet something seemed to be preventing her flaunting her skulls about as a huntress. However there was that small chance that Isardis had simple not been around to see it. She would stretch her dark skull beneath the ivory of his exposed throat, and his crown would crane to further lock her touch against his skin. He would tighten against her scruff, only to release, and heal the imaginary wound he had formed with the kiss of a salmon tongue. He had no issues with the babe anymore, and her Valhallan status was long but forgotten. Still, he would not confide his trust within her just yet, but he would willingly offer her the chances to thrive. She would speak, and he would chuckle weakly, lips tweaking into a bemused smirk as the youth would pull from his contact. ?Actions speak louder than words, little charcoal,? he bubbled yet again, watching her in her new found distance. So be it. If she wanted to play the game of contact refusal he would allow her to, and he would engage in his own way, he would begin to turn, seeming to sway slightly from her path as he would ever-casually seek to draw himself from her proximities; to keep her wanting, hungry, and hopfully to cause her to follow. He would angle his head back towards her, cherry lips tweaked with amusement as he would speak, perhaps a suggestion she were to follow, ?So, has she been hunting??

Flesh would burn as they pressed further into each other, his neck now craned down, and his tongue tenderly slid across her throbbing scruff. She would continue to pull from his gravitational pull, taking a few steps away as she gathered herself- though her eyes never left his gaze despite her movements. It was time for business, she needed to know how the war had went, and where he had gone afterwards. She had counted the hours, minutes, and seconds that he had been gone and it did not add up. He had gone somewhere else. "Very well ghost, but your dance moves can't tell me how destroyed you left Valhalla, nor the struggle afterwards. You were gone an awful long time." She would state, almost foolishly letting him know just how locked onto him she was. She had counted the hours, the minutes, and the seconds. Cerulean colored eyes would follow his movements as he turned away from her, his own gaze ripping from hers for just a moment before his head would flick back. He was flaunting himself, and she foolishly would take the bait as she always did. "Yes, but with most of the other capable members at war, I was unable to catch anything valuable alone." Lips would crease into a smirk as she would effortlessly stride after him. "Though, it isn't as fun without my mentor- and lover might I add- by my side. May I ask where you have been?" Her honey dipped tone would take a venomous turn as she halted beside him, head turn at an angle so that they were face to face. Her right eyebrow would raise as she waited for what he would say next.