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Gravitating towards her, invading her proximity. Rhazien would push her boundaries until he received some kind of reprisal. Of course, this wasn’t portrayed as overt perverseness. Even if inside his mind, he was already fantasizing about how he could fuck the life out of this girl. Outwardly, he was confident, suave, daring. Wanting to illicit some type of response, needing to ignite a wave of sparks inside of her. Even if he wasn’t successful in bedding her down today. This electricity between them, so primal, innate, and adrenaline-filled in the wake of a fresh kill, would continue on into their next encounter. Choose the participants, set the stage, and begin the scene. To a tactician like himself, it was all part of the act.

Vanta. Beautiful syllables, dripping from the lips of a gorgeous woman. Widening his smile, and finally halting in his advance. Rhazien gauged just how close he was able to come to her before a rumble emanated from him- feline-like in nature, similar to a baritone purr. “Rhazien.” He answered, providing his name in exchange for hers. And now that introductions were given, he could move on to something else. “Vanta, you must tell me.” His tone morphed, playfully pleading for her to answer his next question. The sparkle in his eye shimmering brighter, as he looked closer at her dazzling markings. “How did you acquire those beautiful crystals in your fur?” Genuinely curious, and dishing out compliments. Rhazien kept trying to worm his way beneath her skin.  

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