Scars Across My Face [Evelette]

Evelette had never been a creature of war and combat. Arkhein had trained her to kill and hunt down a foe, several times larger than herself if such a thing were necessary but that did not mean she utilized these skills for sport. She was a guardian, she protected her home and those within it, but she wasn't a violent creature. Never had been, never would be. She sat on her haunches, simply to be more comfortable and to prove she was not here to start an unnecessary folly. Resting put one at a disadvantage, a took a few heartbeats, to arrange one's self in a fighting position. She found it released much tension in groups of unfamiliar wolves. She had always been good at reading people.

A soft laugh fell from her maw at the teasing words, glittering sapphires gleaming with amusement at his clever tongue. She was not so easily won, her heart had been shattered so many times she was leery of any relationship, but a few innocent flirtations never hurt anyone now did they? "Flatterer." She threw him the compliment with a smile. His next words caused the smile to grow and she rose elegantly to her feet. Body posture loose and languid, no tension residing on her maw. She paced forward carefully to a more respectable distance. If they were to be hunting partners she might as well get to know her companion a touch better. "Trespassing to meet the likes of me such a felony is not worth my company I assure you." Bemused she dipped her head, bowing slightly. "I would be honored to have your company upon a hunt... shall we strive for the buck?"

She pulled her head, motioning for him to walk with her and she fell into an easy gait, nose to the ground still tracking the herd. her scent had blended nicely with that of Valhalla and while she had not made an abundance of friends within its confines she made well enough for herself. They fell into an easy step aside one another. Her audits swiveling as he complimented her once more. She was leery of his compliments, not wishing to take them seriously. She had no desire to be ripped apart again.

"Adonis..." She tested the name upon her tongue, rolling it, tasting it. It was unique, different, she liked the flavor. After a moment's pause, she answered. "If you will stop calling me Miss... I will gladly give you my name. Evelette. Although most call me Eve, I respond to most derivatives of my name." She smiled softly, tail swinging languidly from side to side. "Where are you from if you don't mind me asking?"

Speech!