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Lovely. Yes, lovely, but not beautiful, was the female of which stood near her. Beherit looked the woman over curiously, sweeping over the scarlet locks of her pelt to the rolling muscle that she knew would be hidden beneath its canvas before sweeping along the woman's limbs and back to her features of which were shaded in shadow itself. Such a beautiful creature was the woman, and yet Beherit found her to speak too much already. She saw the hunger in the woman's eyes, however, and though she did enjoy this, she resisted the temptation that was the woman's invitation.

With freedom, death, flowers and the moon, who could not be happy? andthe other matter of fact was that she knew far better than most that no object or being was so beautiful that, under certain conditions, it would not look ugly. And true was the fact when it came to women. Yes, women were divine creatures that could be so lovely and perfect as long as they kept their mouths shut. for as soon as they opened their mouth, they threw off the illusion of perfection that was silence found in a portrait of genuine beauty. For these reasons Beherit remained a silent lady most of the time, and wasted not her words on conversation unless truly alone. Still, the woman's invitation remained lingering within the air and Beherit realized that her softened lips were in need to address the manner.

Blades rolled beneath the woman's pelt and she lowered her skull, twisting it delicately off kilter upon its right side as her emerald stare looked between the two. Potential.. She bore plenty of potential in many areas, for she could be a queen if she so desired it, and yet the life of a wanderer is what she loved most. Eventually the dame's skull rises and with it her lips pass sweet lyrics bearing her opinion. "I'm disinclined to acquiesce to your request." soon sweeps the sweet song from her lips, and downy lobes of obsidian sweep forth on her skull as she gazed upon the temptress before her.

Collected she wouldn't be, for she was never one to mingle in the company of others for prolonged moments of time. No, a lone dove was she, that enjoyed the surprise and adventure of the realms about her - be they light or dark. Pleasure wouldn't be given to the dame by the denial of the woman, no doubt, but it was as Beherit felt. And her freedom was something she'd not allow to be snared from her.



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