Here come the drums
09-18-2015, 11:54 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-18-2015, 11:56 PM by Basilysk.)
His wicked grin was withheld as she straightened in surprise and turned to face him. He gained a perverse pleasure in catching her unawares and it took effort in keeping his grin light and welcoming. There was only so much of himself he could allow to be shown before the facade was destroyed by the blood lust that overruled all other charms the boy might possess. Who he had chosen to be to this unknown strangers came from a complex understanding of his prey. Knowing people was his business, and he immediately caught the independent streak and pride of the woman before him. It was in her manner, and her tone and even the words she spoke. He had started off down the right track, his impression that she did not belong to the rogue world seemed to have hit a nerve. She spoke like one denied a birth right and determined to put herself where she belonged, how would find a way into her confidence? That was a complex question to which he was still creating the layers. She was in heat and prideful, and what woman couldn't resist a dashing exotic prince who's alignment bordered on heroic? Of course the heroic side this time would have to be downplayed, subtle but reliable, the stubborn set of her face told him pushing that would be a mistake. Even as she spoke to him, he created himself, and as he drew a paw through the darkening water, eyes flashing upwards at her with what could easily be described as a familiar impish set of his orbs he would speak. “No, I don't imagine you would remain” he said simply, grinning conspiratorially at her. “I'm in... what you could call a temporary exile, well I learn my strengths and place of the world. To learn about the people you could say, even through this isn't my land or even my island. Say, you wouldn't know of any deeds that needed doing for a young man in need of proving himself would you?” he winked at her then, taking in a breath of the fresh air and the delightful aroma of her season. Ahh, he would have to be careful to control himself, one couldn't sample the wares until he owned then, after all, or the game would be given away. "Talk" "You" Think |