La Belle Fleur Sauvage

Their eyes met in a chaotic sort of dance, though his cackle had brought an easy laugh for her, gossamer tail swaying behind her to show good mood. When she spoke, her voice held the good humor she felt within it, "You are good with your words, very encouraging." Another soft, yet somehow darker laugh escaped her as she moved and he fell into stride without hesitation. His introduction was as dark as befit a wolf of his mind, a dangerous smile washing over his maw as he clicked his teeth on the last syllable of his name. 'Koloskivi...' The ringing echo drifted through her mind, carrying his name to the depths of her memory. Pausing in her stride for a moment, Lurid tilted her crown to him with a matching dangerous gleam in her holographic gaze. A test for the beast rang in her head, and she wondered if he might pass. Loyalty was needed after all, and she would be making plenty other enemies. Lurid would keep the male close if she could, more eyes were better than one set alone.

Her thoughts consumed her for a moment as she searched his eyes before continuing their trek. White lavender gaze scanned their surroundings for some poor soul to terrorize. With the rate she had been running into others, she would be awfully surprised if they found no one at all. "How long have you been in these lands, Koloskivi?" Her tongue formed his name as he would have said it, without realization or thought, though it was decidedly female in nature. Not flirtatious, but said in a way that was feminine and breathy. There was an easy sort of calm that developed within the moonlit goddess, and it showed in the graceful, silent way of walking she had when things went her way. A regal pride was exuded from the ethereal creature, her heritage shining through even though she was far from home. A security was felt, though hunger drove her to keep alert, and watch for the unsuspecting.