Come doused in mud, soaked in bleach

Laughter bubbled up in her dual-toned voice, echoing once more in macabre fashion off the faces of the dead that lined the halls of the crypt. His response to her was a good one, entertaining at the very least, and very telling. The tight leash of pain held the man back, it could be seen in the tension around his eyes, the stiff way he moved. "Sounds as though you would be bereft if I left, just faded from existence." She hinted that she had in fact picked up the tone of disappointment at his own thoughts. "You may find leaving fun..." It would indeed be entertaining, while she had moved further into the catacombs, Lurid had made sure to keep track of her twists and turns as she made a mental map for her way out. Would the male have done the same? Lurid hoped he was lost, that he had neglected to keep his focus on the rights and lefts of the crypt and the deadly goddess's movements. He would have to depend on her to get out.

If he had become lost, Lurid would wager he wouldn't be one to openly admit such things. Her gait slowed only when they reached the large cairn in the midst of the catacombs, the spacious room even giving enough light so that they could better see one another. Lurid let her crystalline coat shimmer in the light of the full moon, knowing full well what effect her dazzling coat could have. If Kefka had followed her here, she would turn to face him fully, positively radiant in her splendor. Holographic lavender gaze studied the male, taking in the rugged handsomeness that made his sculpted face. His colors were extraordinary, though Lurid was becoming more accustomed to these bright Borean creatures. He was a few inches shorter than her, but then, not many wolves could boast her size or even taller. What dazzled her most was the inky abyss of his eyes. The darkness of his gaze was a stark contrast to the shifting lavender rainbow of her own gaze, and it took her aback for a moment. "Mmm...you are a handsome one, I will give you that." Her double vocals were smooth, but powerful, exuding confidence. She would move closer to him, the scent of his blood nearly bringing the cannibal within her to the surface. He made her hungry in several ways, and the demoness wondered if he would let her help him clean up a bit. Just a tiny taste of him, that was all she needed and she could be gone like the ghost she truly was.