Tempo Delle Nuvole

The invasive cologne of a most recent pack member would wander the caverns of quivering nostrils, coral maw raised curiously to the heavens as The King would brood over the unfamiliar perfume that accompanied his ebony Assailant. My, had Oddity brought him a little gift? Quickly the angel would saunter, eager within his intentions, though still the fiend would be grasped by the presence of elegance, beauty; haste no reason to falter his conscious efforts. The duo would begin to rise within the distance, hovering just near a loose gathering of pines, seeming to engage in some form of fickle conversation as the pale seraph would approach without reserve; waltzing so confidently before the young woman, before he would cease barely a loose meter from her chassis, marvelling quietly beneath her appeal. ?Oddity, you have brought me such a pretty little gift, no?? ruby gaze would skim by the ebony momentarily, proud of the monsters efforts as a wry smirk would twitch his lips. Though attentions would crawl, far more interest within the young silver that stood so innocently before him, ?Welcome to Glaciem, silver darling.? She was his now.