just a girl

His jaws would clench and slacken periodically, gnawing at the strange bunch of mushrooms before he forced them down, cringing slimy texture crawling down his throat. The effect was slow, but always quicker than he imagined. Eyes watched with wild interest as her form swayed and shimmered. Surely she was a goddess, even if she denied it. Slowly he would creep closer, walking around her to gaze and drink in the view that he so clearly enjoyed. The man's lower jaw unhinged, tongue slithering from his mouth to wet his dry lips. And yet the distance was kept between them. He could not bring himself to offend a goddess in the flesh. Though he was not quite a saint himself, he was far from sacrilegious.

"Paradise!" The exclamation came after a painstakingly long moment of reflection. "I am Kapras?us Sigrunn Finnvi, here to serve you." Back would arch as he shifted again, doing a slow half-circle around her, eying her as though a vulture would its kill -- and yet he was not threatening, but slow and careful and even a bit unsure. A goddess in the flesh!