flawless

Delicate was the melody that at last was heard sifting past the gullet of the woman as she tread closer still towards the woman before her. Skull of the woman remained level with her spinal column, and her plume casual in its sway along the air about her, teasing the night with its obsidian tendrils that reached out like fine silk to taunt the air. Yet much like the shadows she'd emerged from, the woman was silent and peaceful in this night. The woman before her turned to face her, and at last she saw the flames that were the dove's eyes, so captivating and lovely in their allure, causing the young female's ears to perk.

What a curious female this was, to bear such guard towards one that was so obviously not on guard, let alone bearing the intent to attack. Yet, again, the world was cruel in the way it twisted and turned, leaving little to no ability for anyone to trust each other. Beherit knew better than to allow her guard down about anyone, and yet in the past few months that she'd been alone, she found herself doing so more often than not, due to the fact that she simply bore all the confidence in the world in her ability to cut down and slaughter when needed. Yet, she was hungry. Not hungry for a kill, but for knowledge, and thus tread free of the confines of her former pack's boarders in search of her insatiable lust for knowledge, carnage, battle, pleasure and whatever else this world held in its gates.

Finally the distance was cut between the two, and with jaws that gaped into the formation of a yawn, she gave a toss of her skull before her softened gaze of brilliant emerald leveled upon the valkyrie before her. Well built, and lovely of body, voice and tone. Eye rolled over the woman's figure yet again and then swept back towards her features, but the simplest of gestures of peace were given. A dipped head in greeting along with the delicate sweep of her tail that slipped this way and that before it halted behind her haunches that then dropped themselves to settle upon the loam. "Good evening.." crooned her soft voice, laced in european tones. She raised her tender stare towards the woman's own and allowed her skull to dip off kilter to the left. "Night remains unkind to you as well?" she questioned, though whether she'd be answered or spat at, she was ready for both.



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