Dance Macabre

Deep, baritone laughter rumbled from Rhazien’s chest, bubbling from his jaws in a masculine, yet harmonious manner. He could tell she didn’t quite understand what he meant, unable to pick up the insidious undertones of his comment, naive to the lust swarming inside of his belly. Chatting up a girl, bantering flirtatiously, igniting chemistry between them- there was hardly anything better in the world, than the actual fuck itself. “Rhazien.” He said, giving her his name in exchange, and storing hers within the labyrinth of his memory.

Using a paw, he pushed the fish towards her, presenting it as an offering. “They say the fish in these waters are some of the best in the world.” A blatant lie he made up on the spot- but he had to create an aura of desire, after all. “I’d love for you to try some, Kiliaen.” Her name dripped off his tongue like venom honey. “But, I’d like something in return.” Flirtatious and suave, he raised a brow at her. Trying to see, just how far he could take this encounter before he had to become more… forward.

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