Bonnie and Clyde
Fel & Sibyl
11-02-2020, 04:05 PM
The shadow's answers were short and terse, giving him little to go off of. Was she getting wise to what he was doing? This mental game had evolved from checkers to chess, and for the first time in a long time, Azriel wasn't certain he had the upper hand. She was incredible composed, well-measured to a fault in all of her responses. But even that gave him information he hadn't had before. She had trained herself to be this way, that was clear, but for what purposes? Was this who the wolf was, or was this a trait developed over a lifetime? Mysteries abounded around the silver-streaked obsidian woman, mysteries that had piqued his curiosity for the moment. Of course, he had Sibyl for companionship, but she was virtually an open book to him by now. This fae, however, was something different... something new and unusual.
After what felt like an eternity, Azriel finally got his wish as she rose and slid off of the boulder as effortlessly as water would, her movements smooth and seamless. Now he could take her in for what she was. As he had expected, she was a good bit smaller than him, with a deliciously slender body that moved with precision and purpose. She carried herself in the way a wolf who knew she was beautiful would, each motion seemingly designed for the sole purpose of eliciting attraction. More information; he tucked that away in the archives of his brain. Her words were expected, cliché... boring, even. It was such an unimaginative response that Azriel found himself a touch disappointed in her, smirk drooping to a small frown through pursed lips. They were the words of someone trying to present themselves as dangerous. Of course, he had no way of knowing if she was or not. She definitely wasn't dangerous to him in the traditional sense, as he imagined both she and Sibyl could be overpowered without much effort on his end. But he knew danger came in many forms, and Sibyl was dangerous in ways he could never be. Perhaps she was the same way too...
Now that she was right up on him, Azriel could see the small details in her that he hadn't before. Her brilliant red eyes had flecks of orange-red in them, adding a depth otherwise lost at a distance. The two orbs seemed to almost burn against the cool silvers and grays that framed her face, the only splash of color against her otherwise monotone coat. He could pick up on her scent now too: clean, with a touch of fragrance and her natural scent just beneath blending it together. She must have been bathing prior to their encounter. Every strand of fur was immaculate; the fae took great pride in her appearance. Azriel remained unmoving, not backing down or away from the pristine ebony woman as they faced off in a battle of wits and wills. "If we all ran from the unknown, we would never discover anything worthwhile," he remarked to her questioning why he didn't run from her. A ghost of a smirk touched his lips. "And that's no fun for anyone."
A light, sweet voice broke the tension between them, and although his ears flicked back to catch Sibyl's words, Azriel made no motion to look away from their new acquaintance. He trusted Sibyl and did not need to acknowledge her return—he did not trust her enough to look away when she was within striking distance. The sensation of silken fur brushing his side told him Sibyl had come up next to him, the touch sending a short burst of electricity up his spine. "I don't know," he answered his companion's question, a curious tilt coming to his head. "We haven't exchanged pleasantries yet." The stranger broke the stalemate first, giving away far too much when she grinned and winked at Sibyl, returning her flirting with gusto. More information; store for later. Fel Abraxas. Azriel would remember that name. But Fel had given away her upper hand by introducing herself. Now, even for a short moment, he had the advantage. He knew her, she didn't know him. An interesting move, a change to the dynamic. Was this all because Sibyl had joined them? Or was she simply surrendering their mental spar to him? He certainly hoped it wasn't the latter. Either way, more information; store for later.
Azriel knew Sibyl. He knew she was far too friendly with wolves she took a fancy to—and she was taking a fancy to Fel, he could tell. She would give up any answers to the obsidian and silver fae if given the right 'incentives'. His mind raced, already picturing what would occur the moment the two were left alone. Once the heat and the lust had burned away all inhibitions, Sibyl would say anything. He had to keep ahead and control what information was revealed as long as he could. "Azriel Morarian." He tipped his head down in return. He had chosen not to use an alias this time—not because he trusted Fel, if that was her real name, but because Sibyl had unwisely already called him by his nickname and he couldn't trust her to not let any more information out. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Fel." Fel Abraxas. He would have to find out more about that name later.
"Speech" — Thoughts
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