darkling, i listen
01-27-2017, 01:46 PM
You're so cynical, Nacrissistic Cannibal!
Got to bring myself back from the dead!
There it was, that heavy change in the atmosphere that let Vianni know just what she had stumbled upon. It was in the lady's voice, the slight narrowing of her bloody eyes, the way her fangs would flash dangerously while she spoke. A subtle challenge to a dangerous game that they younger woman was more than willing to play, as a princess it was her job to become a queen. This one had definitely seen better days, if the drooling was anything to go by, but that did not mean she was to be underestimated. Having already lost a meal due to that one fatal mistake, Vianni was not keen on doing the same thing again. Partaking in the honeyed poison that was the stranger's voice, the hellish girl actually smiled, flashing her own ivory teeth and waved her tail. "I am still new to this place, I was unaware of your custom. Forgive my intrusion, but, since tradition is broken...perhaps, I could gain your company for a while?" There is nothing in her tone or face that betrays her intentions, even scooting back and laying on the crooked trunk of her perch when the other rises to stand, as if to give the other female room.
Meeting the crimson gaze of the other without flinching, Vianni felt her pupils dilate sharply. Focusing on the creamy woman, those dulcet tones making the dark princess want to vomit on the feigned innocence. It was easy to feel when you had come in contact with a monster, there was always something in the air. A certain tension always seemed to creep up one's spine when they were around, and it was easier still for a wolf of Vianni's particular persuasion to pick up on others of her own kind. The stranger asks her name, and Vi gives her a sweet smile, those dusty rose eyes never wavering from the lower woman's gaze. "I do have a name, actually." Purposefully leaving out the statement that held her name, Vianni draws out the conversation with the female. This stepping around questions would either enrage or elicit further questions for her to sidestep. Either way, she would have fun with this one.
"Talking" | Thinking
Meeting the crimson gaze of the other without flinching, Vianni felt her pupils dilate sharply. Focusing on the creamy woman, those dulcet tones making the dark princess want to vomit on the feigned innocence. It was easy to feel when you had come in contact with a monster, there was always something in the air. A certain tension always seemed to creep up one's spine when they were around, and it was easier still for a wolf of Vianni's particular persuasion to pick up on others of her own kind. The stranger asks her name, and Vi gives her a sweet smile, those dusty rose eyes never wavering from the lower woman's gaze. "I do have a name, actually." Purposefully leaving out the statement that held her name, Vianni draws out the conversation with the female. This stepping around questions would either enrage or elicit further questions for her to sidestep. Either way, she would have fun with this one.
"Talking" | Thinking