cracks in the pavement

What's this? The male felt like questioning the woman? More interesting yet,he questioned something that many didn't ask until far later. He spoke of her ability to speak. Slow were the steps that drew the temptress towards him, never raising in their speed but always remaining an easy prowl of which allowed her to look this prince over fully as if hypnotized with a hidden secret that glittered within her eyes. These caverns held many secrets within them, yet the slaughter of those within the realm were their longest of kept secrets for even those that found the corpses usually fell to the cold's embrace soon after - doomed to enjoy the crystalline grave of so many others.

Death hadn't beckoned the girl yet, however, and she'd not drive this young male to his grave just yet either. For what reason should she harm the boy than that he looked at her in ways that she found most amusing of them all? He questioned her, yes, but to this she said not a single word, only to then lift paws to circle about the male's right side and come back up along his left, looking to his features, though more specifically towards his eyes. Scant shift of her caudal appendage was given, crown of the young dame's head seen to dip only in the slightest as she watched him. It was then that she leaned in slowly, allowing the softness of her obsidian lips to near his lobe as the hushed whisper of "Bereth.." was spoken for only his ears to hear.


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