Flashfire

The masked woman felt her smile grow larger as Amon seemed to be having some trouble coming to terms with her demands. One dark ear slid back on her ashen grey crown as the male's face contorted into a smile and the thunderous roll of his laughter boomed into the mists. 'You tread on rotting ice...' He said his bit, though Naamah was unsure how ice could rot, she chose to ignore the failure in logic on his part and let her own lips widen her smile. Her black flag waved behind her with enough force to whip the fine mists gathered around them, as well as making her hips sway slightly as she stood before him. "I am thanking you most severely, sir! You are making my day!" She did not realize that she had mistaken the word 'sincerely' for the word 'severely' in her happiness at his acceptance. She could not help the lecherous stare that lingered on his muscular frame as he turned and stalked away. There was a pang of regret for sending him away from her, and a pouty expression crossed her face. "Es sollte das Gefühl, nicht auf diese Weise einen Wolf Teil Firma von mir zu haben, vor allem, wenn er mit einem Auftrag zu senden." She spoke quietly to herself as the first long moments of solitude began, her other half swirled darkly within her mind as Naamah puzzled over the sudden chill that reached her.

There was a deep, rumbling purr echoing as the darkly cloaked woman was given time to mull over the strange loneliness that suddenly took her over. Surely, it was only seasonal fluxes in hormones. "Sie mögen ihn, dann Haustier? Seltsam wie es sein mag, ich mag ihn auch. Er kann gefährlich sein, wie ich. Dennoch gibt es Anstand und eine seltene Verfeinerung, die vertraut und zerknirscht ist." Lilith practically oozed attraction, and Naamah bit back a snort. It was rare for the woman to be so calm in another wolf's presence, yet Amon made Lilith practically sing with her contentment. There was a moderate amount of surprise when she heard the rustling of grass and the muffled thud against packed earth, there was a stirring of the mists that brought the tantalizing scent of fawn to her nose. Naamah gave a deep, sultry purr with her pleasure at his catch. She turned toward him, her mismatched eyes not missing the pride that dripped from him like water from a duck's back. Strength and show dazzled her, and she had to restrain Lilith before she jumped him then and there. Hell, she had to restrain herself. When he placed the fawn at her paws and gave her a bow, she let a delighted peel of laughter escape her and she dipped her head to him. "Lucky to find these late infans...that is..baby." Her body dropped to splay her front paws on either side of the carcass and proceeded to anchor it with her left paw and divide the young deer in half. The front half - the head and front limbs - she picked up to drag it head down to lay it at his feet. "You worked, this is best part for me." With a wave of her tail and a sidelong look that said she would clearly take no refusal, she turned back and returned to her own meal.

She settled in to eat, cleaning her meal and delving into the muscled legs and back of the fawn. After she finished, she swiftly cleans herself then studies her tourist. Usually after the first encounter she has with others they try their best to avoid her, or don't survive the initial contact. This male seemed rather partial to her company, and she found it intriguing. "You heard what I say early, yes? This is the God's Garden, always there is mist, comes from rivers in the east. If you find East." There is a chuckle and an odd spark that comes to her eyes. She knows how to find which way to go, the gardens and the labyrinth of woods she called home. There was some nervousness that the pack who claimed the castle in the west would soon want her gardens as well. She wondered if he would have questions, no doubt her dialogue left room for them.

"Naamah talks." | "Lilith talks." Scroll over for translations