Talking Fish Blues

Fiery jewels, measuring planets in size with their own magnetical pull, gazed over the beast of a man as she took another bite of the fish. The taste was not as pleasant as deer, the meat not as tender and succulent but she would have to make do in order to survive. His words reached her adutiory sys3tem, remaining erect delicately on top of her regalia. I do insist, love. she batted her long, ebon eyelashes at him, looking more like a veil protecting the most precious of stones. He was something else, that was for sure. At the first glance his pigmentation did not seem out of this world or even those lands but it was his behaviour that piqued her interest. His demeanor striked her as someone of higher rank, of nobility and yet the vixen was not able to detect any other scent than his own which lead to the conclusion that he was,in fact, a vagabond. Nephthys Ma'at Ithuriel is my name. her sultry sonnates held power and confidence, her slender, curvaceous body straigtened just a little more upon pronouncing it because damn it even if their own creator was a rotten worm she still held the name close to her heart. And yours? she eyed him softly, adding a low purr at the end of the question before arching her eyebrow.