Time After Time

The vixen golden jewelry would create the most harmonious of sounds; the gold bracelet hitting each other like tiny bells as her braided tail was curled high on top of her thin, feline like spine. For a predator, it was noisy and she could not move rapidly without being heard yet the jewelry she wore with so much proud was a proof of her aristocracy, was a proof of her regal bloodline; ichor, that poured through her veins like that of a Goddess. She was a Egyptian Goddess trapped in a mortal vessel. Equally beautiful yet trapped nonetheless.

It did not came as a surprise the approach of the male due to the fact the vixen nostrils were invaded by his masculine cologne not too long ago, however what surprised her was the seemingly naive and aloof attitude this particular male had around him. A arched brow would rose in question and perhaps surprise (thought she will never admit it) at his suddent introduction. Who does approach someone in such manner? So suddently and...tactless. Your mother never told you not to talk with strangers? she purred low in her throat, foreign-kissed lips emitting beamused words, maybe a bit mocking as well if one listened well past her accent.

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