Come doused in mud, soaked in bleach

Company in the crypts had not been expected, and Lurid found something of a grin on her face at the prospect that the stranger was wounded. She wasn't opposed to opportunity when it struck, and she was known to hunt and eat her own kind from time to time. Kichi kept her diet mostly tame, but she had grown up in a place where cannibalism was normal. Usually, she reserved the degradation for the bodies of her enemies or hard times, but...cravings were what they were. It still wasn't wise to hunt in the open, but...this wasn't out in the open. As she moved further into the darkness, the scent of blood-laced male grew stronger, teasing her senses and her body. She could barely make him out in the darkness, but the brightness of his own body helped her. In the darkness, her eyes were more lavender than white, but they retained their holographic nature as they flashed over his frame. Slightly shorter than herself, but he carried himself well, even with whatever injury obviously plagued him. Where it was located could not be discerned from her position, which was still a good length away as he stood at one end of the tunnel and she stood at the other.

Lurid had never known fear and was not one who would run and hide like a rabbit. Instead, her impressive yet feminine frame would move forward, her paws silent as always, not even a whisper of an approach. It would be easy to mistake her for a spirit, her ghostly form seeming almost liquid in her motions as she carried herself proudly down the dark passage. When she was a respectful distance away, curiosity clearly on her ethereal features as she watched him. His coat appealed to her, and now that she was closer, she could see more of him. Sculpted, good-looking, and definitely eye-catching even in the oppressive darkness, the demoness would look him over and then speak. "That is the most pleasant cologne I have ever had the pleasure of following..." Her greeting was dark, her meaning was even darker. She spoke of course of the blood scent that still hung on him, it made her mouth water, and she could tell it was his own. In the lighter parts of his undercarriage, she could see the evidence of a rather serious wound in an unfortunate area of his anatomy. Reclining at her respectful distance, Lurid gave him another look over and mulled over where she would take this interaction, waiting to see his reaction to her words in the meantime.