The Red String of Fate

Sound from further up the incline made Dusk tense for a moment. Fiery eyes cut to the side as several pebbles rolled over the edge of the cliff, falling down into the lower tier of forest. She didn't spin about in alarm or anything like that. More pebbles were pushed and it was obvious that someone was trying to alert her to their presence. A moment later, the creator of said sounds showed his face. His very handsome face.

Smooth tones met lynx-tipped ears and Dusk turned her full attention to a brute that was the color of deep, rich blood. He had dark points on his coat and there was mottling of white here and there. His eyes were lovely and the midnight fae had no trouble holding his gaze. Sitri, he introduced himself as he settled beside her on the flat outcropping of rock. "Dusk Carpathius," she replied in kind. "Nice to meet you as well." And it really was nice. Thank you, adolescent hormones.

"Umm..." Dusk was never awkward, yet here she was, unable to decide what to talk about with the handsome stranger beside her. "So where are you from? My home is The Hallows." One paw rose and motioned in the direction of the far off castle. Brows rose slightly as she waited for Sitri to respond.

"Dusk Carpathius"