Marshal Dear
12-17-2017, 08:22 PM
The vixen was too wrapped up in her own fuming to notice the approaching of a stranger, for surly if she had she’d have slipped behind the facade of calm, but as it was she wasn’t aware of him til he spoke. She almost jumped but managed to suppress it, instead whirling around her brilliant gaze ablaze with fury. As she drew in the sight of the unknown male she forced a reluctant calmness to settle over her frame and face. Mammon eyed him with open suspicion. Still the smile she let slip upon her face was a masterful mask of cautious relief and curiosity, her suspicion leaving as if it had never been there before. "Mammon." She intoned sweetly, taking a single calculated step towards the man. She cocked her head to the side and frowned quizzically. "What sort of herb?" She hadn’t ever indulged in the particular type of “medicine” he was offering but she certainly wasn’t ignorant to its existence, not that she was overly keen to take an unknown substance from a stranger. "I’ve only known one cure for my tension," she quirked a brow and fixed Iscariot with a meaningful look, "but color me curious as to what it is you’re offering." She glanced away for a moment, letting the warm glow of the molten river wash over her face, then without turning her head she glanced back at him. Brilliant blues reflecting the glow as she gave him a sidelong glance. |
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Leviathan or "Levi" as Mammon's brother and lover is welcome to crash all her threads regardless of tag rating.![[Image: GMZH5Ns.png]](http://i.imgur.com/GMZH5Ns.png)