The woman eased on. Her claws went click clack across the stone floor. The paintings continued on. Red for blood, animals, pale things she had never seen. They walked on two legs. She could only imagine what they were. Maybe Humans? Disgusting. She rolled her eyes and went on. Though, a scent filled her nose like a brick wall. Musk. Male. Lust radiated from her immediately. Just by his scent. The daemon tilted her head at his question. His baritone vocals sending a rush through her. Was she hiding? "Mmm, I do not hide." She clicked her tongue across the roof of her mouth. The masked woman was confused, but still curious. "Are you?" She let forth a maniacal cackle. She began to run about, weaving through the rock formations.
