bare the marks

...and a voice came to her, a most curious voice that had the young woman tilting her head in the direction of a stranger. He looks almost wild, feral, and Isabella feels the hairs along her spine tingle at the sight of him. He is handsome, though for a beast such as herself she sees little more than outward appearances at first. Male or female… what mattered to her initially was the entertainment aspect of it all. If he, or she in some cases, might be an amusing companion of the night. There were only two forms of companionship that Issy normally sought; that of the fang, for battle, and that of a more primal and sexual desire.

Isabella canted her head to the side, grinning mischievously at his approach. He heard her speak, had he? Well there was no disguising whom she was now. She would lay it before him, her sweet, silky French voice mingling with her understanding of the common tongue. “Oui Monsieur, I suppose I was in a way. To myself, or to my brother, one can not say…” She trailed off, her orange orbs burning as they looked upon his figure. He is older than she was, but that was not necessarily a turn off. No… it had her more curious… for age could mean experience… something she might lack.

“It is rather lonely up here, non? Perhaps you’d care for a bit of company for a time?” She arched a brow, words suggestive as she breathes them out into the cool air. Her body tingles, waiting for the response of the male. No matter where the meeting goes from here on, Issy is certain she will have no regrets.