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Absinth had been taking in the new surroundings of the Plains. It had been... difficult to part with her beautiful den, but she could always make a new one. Again and again, as many times as it took. She had been in the process of claiming a new one, one made within a few boulders, and dugout below. Perfect for her, seeing as she liked her privacy. But it was during her search for sufficient bedding materials that she stumbled across one of Sephiran's... kin. A man of crimson eyes, and a dark physique. She did not know his name. She saw him before once, maybe twice - but never one on one. Better late than never, though. Absinth was no meek woman to avoid a challenge, or a possible thrill.

With emerald eyes blazing, Absinth emerged from behind the dense foliage. Her optics having scoped out his discovery of the bird and it's prey, but what she did not expect was for the man to retrieve a slimy creature from the aftermath. She observed the scene with a curious tilt of her head, her intrigue cast over her charcoal face like a shadow. It was impossible to refrain from opening her mouth, from moving to announce herself.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" The monochromatic woman purred, her voice a melodic blend of interest and amusement. Her sharp gaze focused on the Saxe male cradling the newborn serpent. What was his plan? Did he have one? She had always considered the Saxe's as snakes, though... at least Yarrabelle had her affections even so, thus far. "What a discovery. Care to share your little secret?" Her eyes falling to the serpent, so pure.

Absinth's agile form trekked closer, unafraid, a silent predator drawn to the scent of excitement. "I must admit, I'm dying to know - What plans have you for that child. You know, it could be quite useful." Absinth rumbled, her voice falling in rugged tones as she observed the man. She left no room for small talk. No, she didn't care for it. She wanted to sate her small amount of enthusiasm, to see what would become of the cycle of life and death she was witnessing here. But would she become bored?
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