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Absinth observed him with keen interest as he pondered over what to name his new pet. Her emerald eyes gleamed with curiosity, reflecting the slithering red wyrm as she coiled around his ear. Absinth herself preferred her ravens, and she was already in the process of attaining the trust of a new one… But as he apparently mulled over his options, Absinth couldn't help but feel a tinge of amusement at his struggle. She had always found the naming process fascinating, a glimpse into the intricate thought processes and emotions of others. What would he come up with, this quiet Saxe who was not as brutish as Sephiran?

When he finally settled on "Merizi," Absinth couldn't deny the allure of the name as she repeated it with a purr. It rolled off the tongue with a certain elegance, fitting perfectly with the mesmerizing hues of the serpent's scales. Reds and blacks intertwined in a dance of danger and beauty, a silent warning to any who dared to approach too closely. It was magnificent.

But as the male's attention shifted back to Absinth, she felt a surge of anticipation ripple through her. The way he… studied her, his gaze tracing the curves of her form, ignited that primal instinct within her that beckoned male attention. She circled him, her movements fluid and deliberate, a silent invitation for him to explore every inch of her being visually. Really, she wanted to tease him. It wasn’t exactly her forte to be flirting with men. Women? God yes. But as for men… Haha. She was basically spoken for, as per her own logic. If he bothered to do so… Would Aresenn even get jealous…? Was it worth it to find out?

Absinth met his flashing teeth with a playful glint in her eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the tension between them. She knew he was drawn to her, simple primitive wants and needs and all that. It was easy enough to tell. With a coy smile, Absinth finally responded to his question, her voice a low, husky rumble. "My name? …Perhaps, if you're worthy enough to earn it, I’ll tell you~" She teased, her tail swaying in a hypnotic rhythm behind her. For now, she decided to remain a mystery, a tantalizing enigma wrapped in fur and fang, waiting for Cifarelli to unlock the secrets hidden within her depths. Or at least, give her a reason to give up her name.

Absinth rounded on him, flashing her fangs dangerously as her lips twisted up in a wicked way. Her body adopted a fighting stance, rolling those moderately muscular shoulders as she gestured for him to set his lovely Merizi aside with a pointed glance. “Sorry little love, but I am a glutton for thrill.” She offered to the newborn snake, an apology spoken in spite of whether or not the creature could understand. Absinth’s name was something the male could find out easily if he only asked one of the many band members they traveled with – but wouldn’t it be exciting to have a bit of a brawl for it? Absinth certainly would not let anything about herself go easily. She hoped he would be as inclined toward thrill seeking as she.

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