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Rivera would stand in contemplative consideration about her post in the scene unfolding. She had been quite...pervasive upon the stranger's territory and she had refused to back down, however, there was a certain interest she could not help but hold. The woman before her enraptured power like seemingly no one else she had met, including all the silly little wolves she had met. However, would the woman be so quick to make some preemptive strike? Time would tell it all, and to be perfectly clear, she really didn't care which way either of it went. She had her little musings with the world and her little opinions. For one, she lived in a desolate place, for two, she was wrong. This wolf was quite interesting. However, it was not her presence that was daunting. It was their presence that was daunting.

To be clear the woman held not a morsel of fear in her eyes, however, there was a certain stoic readiness. It was as if she was ready to enclose upon the woman and attempt something, and whether it would be a show of dominance, a show of power, or a show that she just needed to touch her supple curves, the woman could not fathom. Her rather masculine lyrics would dance from her tongue and Rivera would torque her ears towards the impressionable demon. First impressions always spoke the loudest and to Rivera, for the moment, the impression was that the encounter at hand was not going to end without a shredding of dignity of both of their parts.

She really didn?t feel the need to add any dialogue to the conversation at hand, or at least she hadn?t, until the other had gotten a bit mouthy. A firm look of amusement crossed the Queen?s inky lips and her head would tilt with something akin to interest. Interesting, interesting. She was a little liar after all, wasn?t she? ?That?s why we aren?t out looking for mates, doll face,? she rumbled before turning her gaze to the side, bemused certainly. She had passive aggressively returned the insult to her features and she was going to make no attempt to digress from her statement, for if things were truly being driven south by the other then she would find herself with quite the adequate opponent.

Her new acquaintance would come forth and she would dance right into Rivera?s personal space. Oh? What was this? Wondering exactly what the game of the girl was she would not hesitate to roll her body forward, jaws parted, and attempt to roll her salmon tongue along the front of the other?s onyx nares. A delighted simper would cross her maw regardless of the outcome. surely, if she had yearned to be so close she wanted a kiss? Laughter rumbled in her mind, and she could only imagine the things that would come her way for performing such a trivial action.


Speech!