You made my heart melt yet I'm cold to the core

A ghost. It was the best way to describe the pallid figure that sashayed towards her. Powerful stilts propelled him forward at an easy pace. There was no concerned for his well being at her warning, rather just arrogant power. As though he knew he was hot stuff, and falunted it. Which was most likely the case. He was an oddity, with his pink nose, vibrant ruby gems, the whitest of white coats, hidden pink flesh. Golden bands wrapped around his forelimbs, contrasting sharply against his alabaster cadaver. She had not seen him around before now. And she was more than happy to let her gaze caress him. It was such a rarity to find such a fine specimen of a man in these lands it seemed, how sad it was that they were so few and far in between.

She allowed herself to relax, shoulders loosing their tension, expression softened with feigned sweetness, plume curling at her feet. "It would seem as though you have spared me from such company." Honeysuckle tones oozed from inky lips, dangerously sweet and innonence, the farthest things the woman could ever be. A predator lay in wait, dancing in the shadows of her eyes, looking to play the devils mistress once more. Any previous aggravation forgotten, her sole focus on the conquest that stood before her.

Cena's exit was barely heard, the feline moving with quiet grace, wanting nothing more than a nap, not to be an observer. Audits slide forward, "Do I get the pleasure of knowing my saviors name?" Whimsical tones teased her company with minuscule amusement, darkened lips pulling back in a smirk. A mere few feet stood between them, which she slowly closed, stilts gliding forward with practiced ease until she stood inches from him, crowned tilted back slightly to meet his unwavering gaze.

"Cat Talk" "Cena Talk"