DANCE WITH THE DEVIL

Kapras?us' green eyes gleamed in the sunlight, masking whatever darkness lurked within that dark heart of his. The female was a welcome distraction from his self-proclaimed sendifer?, for he knew the gods would guide him to his brother as they saw fit. But they had so graciously given him this woman instead, a black-furred beauty whose coat contrasted so sharply with his own. Excitement bubbled up, unconstrained within his gaze as he drew himself closer. His sudden burst of energy was not quite manic, but perhaps a bit excessive. Lanky body would twist as he paced to her side, hungry eyes examining her readily. "And as beautiful as Freyja herself," he uttered softly, the smallest hint of a smirk tugging at the left corner of his mouth.

Kapras?us was the kind of man who, once his mind was set on something, rarely settled for less. And immediately upon stepping foot on this island, and letting his eyes rest upon this woman, Kapra knew it was she he wanted, and how badly he hoped she would oblige! He didn't feel like spilling blood today -- he never really did, but he knew his brother would do such things for him, and oh how he missed that man. His tongue slid from between parted jaws, gliding smoothly over his lips as he eyed her.

"Of course I wish to charm you," he said with a carefree laugh. "I aim to please, after all." Yes, to please himself -- and perhaps she would enjoy his company as well! But, a true hedonist, he cared little for how others felt about things; though he also knew that the best pleasure came from a woman who was enjoying herself, rather than one who was struggling. Kapras?us felt the burning desire well up between his legs, and his voice grew even more sultry as he parted his jaws to speak. His accent was clear, his lyrics rough yet charming. "My name, beautiful, is Kapras?us Sigrunn Finnvi. Call me anything your heart desires." He slipped forward a bit, fur barely brushing against her own as he looped around her backside, coming to a halt near her front again. Testing the waters, so it seemed. "And what name do you wish to be called by?"