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Lies spoken of the serpentine woman, for who would speak such a name such as Beherit to tohers, knowing that it was but the devil's name itself. No, a shortened version would do for now as her alluring gaze of emerald jewel strolled its untainted paths along the figure of the young male that stood before her. Yes, a nubile young woman she was, yet he a desireable male as well, but what caught attention of the dame was the scent. The delicious scent that coiled itself about him like a fine smoke - the essence of his pack. And yet in drawing upon his essence she knew they weren't alone.

The caverns spoke no lies as the scent of their frost and ominous glacial walls remained untainted save for by those that wandered their halls. Another scent still tainted the nares of the woman, swirling about her like a fine perfume before it writhed itself off like a mist - first scent drawing out its truths as the second sense took up the twitching of her harks the moment a dame spoke. The woman was older, told by build of a shadow the drew itself along he ground like a writhing omen near the woman's paws, and yet only once did she shift her skull off kilter to draw upon the sweet lyrics of the woman, sharp orb rolling itself within her skull to glance to the woman.

Curious. Ever so curious grew the young seraph, and yet never once was it hinted. No, she instead takes to sweeping out from between her dance partners, wandering but a medium-sized circle about them only to then drift up alongside of Viridana. What an intriguing female this dame was, and yet at the same time she seemed so plain all the same. The huntress knows better than to underestimate others, however, for devilry comes in all types of forms, most known as that of a woman's scent. A fellow assassin and huntress bears the air of this female, but it's swiftly brushed off in favor of the male again. Plume of the obsidian temptress sweeps the skies lightly before lowering its tip to drive along her ankles in a regal fashion befitting of a shepherd and she pauses where she'd began - settling just between the dame and hunter themselves.



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