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She was out again, spreading out her scent like it was a lure. After all she desperately needed to find the fire spirit her cousin had lain with or another. She moved with grace and elegance. She was a goddess and saw fit to ensure none saw anything but from her. She could see the form of another and sighed. It was just her luck to run into a potential male mortal. Hopefully this one wasn't as irritating as the shit talking blue one from before. She'd had enough of him to last her forever. She flicked her tail intent on seeing his reaction to her scent. Not like she was willing to let him mount her, no she was of course just testing to see it's effects upon him.

The one mortal had been entertaining, hopefully this one wouild be just as entertaining. She strode closer, intent on making this one think he had truly been blessed. Her ears perked and her tail sat high on her hips. She was the picture of confidence and beauty. She stopped a few yards from him and eyes him. She figured this mortal was likely beneath her to even allow him to think he might ever have a chance. She'd let him speak first though.