Until I Devour You
09-26-2016, 03:06 PM
She looked almost ashamed of herself that she had been caught, yet she stood so openly visible there watching him. The thought perplexed him, though he himself might have risen a few question in the minds of others. He supposed he shouldn't put much thought on it, and relaxed his neck slightly as he let it go. His shoulders rolled forward as he began to step closer toward her, and although he was a massive and strong creature there wasn't much to his posture other than his ruffled mantle that could attest to him being anywhere near the thought of aggression.
He watched her, inspected her, caught her scent in the air as he closed the space between them though he did not recognize a single scent of the many that she carried. She seemed like a very strong woman, a social woman by the smell of it, and it gave him a bit of an idea on how active the territories surrounding the quiet of the volcano might be. He was beginning to inherit the elusive trait of his father, he supposed.. because the idea of territories populated with life and culture made him want to stick to it's barren wasteland where he could enjoy the quiet.
He lifted his ruby gaze to her eyes then as she met them so boldly and introduced herself, "Just another face you will soon forget," cryptic and a little judgmental on his part, was she even aware of the names of all the scents she carried, he wondered? He lifted his head and surrendered their eyelock to instead inspect the trail she'd left behind her for any other wanderers. "Elias Praetor," his tongue spoke the syllables of his last name with it's Latin emphasis and a radiating sense of pride before he looked back to her. "Would you be able to tell me, Faite, where I have managed to find myself?"
Disclaimer: Elias suffers from schizophrenia and occasionally has violent outbursts.
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