turn off all the lights

She seemed well put together, like a porcelain doll that had been primped for all of it's existence to look a certain way only to be dropped later by a careless creature. He intended to be that creature. He hated perfect things, loathed anything that was unflawed. He considered himself the ruiner of perfect things, and he liked it that way. Tahlia would be his most recent conquest. The shadow shifted, bringing himself into a sitting position - precariously perched atop a flat rock just inches above the icy water. He cared not that this motion brought his tail into the water, nor did he care that the water splashed up higher on his legs momentarily. Cold was something he was used to, and something he enjoyed.

Silence passed over them, though he didn't mind the chance to hungrily look over her frame without interruption. It was only then that he noticed she seemed to be conforming to his hungered glances. Was that a shift in her minx-like smile? Was that a subtle change in the curvature of her delicate bodice and the way she held herself? He refused to believe that it wasn't. A wry sort of grin sprawled across his lips as she confidently assured him that she had done her wandering of her own accord. "Nothing is as it seems, muiere." (woman) Romanian lyrics flowed much more naturally off of his tongue than those of english. "You seem to think that I am someone worth holding a conversation with. How wrong you are..." Point out her faults, that was step one in his plan - and perhaps the easiest step. His tail curled in the water as an odd tingling sensation shot up and down his spine. The tingling was followed by a burning warmth. Something odd was happening, though his stoic face didn't let on about it just yet.

"Speech" (Translation)