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Never had the woman put much thought into faith or miracles, and yet here in the cryptic caverns about her, she found that her thoughts had been heard by some unknown presence. Another called out into the icey cavern and it was with those notes that the wraith's paws lifted with purpose in search of the being that had coaxed such lyrics to echo and cling to the cavern walls, leaving the air itself tainted by its sound. It didn't take her long to find the young male, and upon seeing him she allowed her gaze of emerald to roll over his figure before sweeping back to his features.

Would he be her new toy for the day? Would he be friend or enemy? The young woman didn't know, and yet like an intrigued moth to a flame she drew nearer to him, her skull settled at level with the lithe formation of her spinal column, her pelt rising and folling, rippling and shivering as it shifted along the rolling muscles of the woman that caused her shoulderblades to rise and fall much like a lioness' when she's stalking something. Silence was all she greeted him with, yet those alluring eyes of hers never once left the features of his face as the quiet of her smile made its path along her lips. Such a smile was silent and knowing, taunting with knowledge, yet just what she had in store for the boy was unknown.



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