Blue Leaves

The beasts ears shifted as the sound of a rock plummeting down to the earth below rang through the passageway. Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly, a little bit of relief coming over her as the rock managed to miss her and just plop on the crunchy snow below. A little smile spread across those inky lips, nodding to herself before sauntering forward. With her focus on the rock she seemed to miss the distinct sound of crunches coming from steps that were not her own. The illustrious lady raised a brow, not afraid to show her undying curiosity. Yet, as she rounded a corner those crimson eyes fell upon the source. Schon tilted her head gently, the fluff around her neck shifting as she did so. She observed as he sized her up, a little snort could be heard from her damp nose. It was evident she held little back when it came to expressing herself.

As they came face to face the behemoth stopped for a moment, allowing her paws to sink into the snow below to eventually meet the icy dirt. She eyed him, allowing her mouth to open ever so slightly. His scent wafted into the chasm, lingering upon the back of her tongue so she could taste him. Schon then allowed for those blood like orbs to feast upon his marred face, the pinky read marks of what she would read to be war. But, she was no fortune teller, she could not see his past. They could very well be from a disease or falling down a cliff. - She shrugged her hefty shoulders, which made it rather clear that there was a distinct mental discussion going on before him. Soon, she shook her head, allowing for her rambling thoughts to disperse and her attention focused back on what was happening then.

The serpent had her head raised ever so slightly, but she was still rather.. hunched over. That tail was rather high though, exposing her dominance. Her lips were fine lines, reading little expression other then mild interest. The Finnvi would allow for her jaws to open, revealing those yellowing teeth once and for all before beginning to spew forth her eloquent tones. "Tell me of your scars." Her verbiage was straightforward, but laced with the sweetness that lingered from the once flimsy woman she was years ago. Her brow raised once again, watching him closely to make not of any sort of hostility or such. Her paws flexed ever so slightly, allowing for her claws to poke into the ground below. The woman had a habit of this in new situations, it made her feel more secure. Her tail raised a bit more, showing she was serious with this inquire. And she was. Those scars were the one thing she saw in the man that was remarkable enough to comment upon and she was not going to give up a chance to observe a pretty thing. But, if he denied her request the beast would be rather.. disappointed.