Come doused in mud, soaked in bleach

Responses came smoothly from the male, ones that she hadn't expected. Predator? She hadn't had any predators since she was a pup, and then she only had to watch out for her father. Had she shown any weakness she would have been taken from this realm and left to be sorted with the other lost souls looking to come back to the mortal plane. Predator, predator... The word circled in her calculative mind, bringing a rather odd-looking, half-grin, and partly a flashing of pearly teeth. While she reclined, curling her tail elegantly about her paws - ever the epitome of grace and regal air - her dual-toned vocals echoed off the bones of the tunnel walls, their long empty eye sockets all seeming to watch this dance of monsters. With a small laugh, the dark woman responded as he approached, "Have I been stalking my predator? Seems to me that would make the hunter...hunted." As he drew closer, Lurid took the time to study him more, noticing the other recent battle wounds he had acquired. Her eyes lingered on the rippling muscles of his shoulders, and the tip of her tail twitched between her front paws, the motion hidden except to the most observant.

It wasn't often that Lurid found herself attracted to anyone, so focused on her own goals that she barely wanted to take her eyes off her goal. This one...something felt dangerous and it thrilled her. His next remark could have been a veiled threat, but she would welcome him to try whatever he liked. He was in no condition to fight her, and the predator in her knew as much. Something in the way he grinned at her brought goosebumps along her skin and made her pupils dilate further in the darkened space, making the holographic lavender of her eyes only slivers of color around them. Again, dual vocals rose in response, "I was born in the dark, I have no reason to fear what lurks in the shadows." The hallway would echo with her words, and her own wicked grin would alight her perfectly crafted face. She eyed him as he stood beside her, taking the moment to appreciate his frame and coloring. Her eyes landing immediately on the brindled pattern of his fur, the colors, and what lay beneath. With the pathway behind him now open, Lurid took the moment to stand and slowly sashay her way deeper into the crypts, brushing her right side along the walls and the faces of the dead to keep her trail going. Would he dance with the devil, even if he was so grievously wounded?

With an alluring gait, the woman said to follow her without words, if he dared to. The labyrinth of her mind was already fast at work, deciding what to do with such a specimen. A plan formulated, and a secret smile formed on her face as she looked to see if he did trail along behind her. Her strides would easily put a fair distance between them, perhaps even enough that she might fade from sight entirely, her steps inaudible as she went. Only a devilish peel of soft laughter would be heard, in that haunting dual-toned timbre, echoing hauntingly up and down the crypt halls.