Stalking Shadows

The weight of his gaze was heavy, but not oppressive- more carnal than anything, as it dared to slip and trail across every curve of her body. Though, it appeared his gaze finally pierced through her skin- those azure eyes darting away from his and settling on the mysterious symbols carved into the stone. Studying them from a distance, he waits a few seconds before sauntering forward. Wanting to come up alongside her- his larger, muscular body threatening to swallow her whole. He kept his eyes forward, leaning in to study the cryptic symbols, trying to interpret their meaning. “A language as old as time.” He mused aloud. “They must tell stories, no?” His muzzle tipped so he could look down at her, his lips pulling back into his infamous, suave smirk. “Ones of shamanic beliefs. Wars. Rites and burials.”  His voice trailed off, and he ended with, “Lovers.” A chill rolled down his spine- raking metaphorical fingers through his pelt, almost making his fur stand on end.

Basking in her proximity, his body leans towards hers ever so slightly- starting subtle, as he wants to push her boundaries. “Content is… good.” He confirms with a nod, wondering if she’d picked up on the undercurrent of his words. “Sephiran told me to follow you,” A blatant lie, but she wouldn’t know that right away. “Said he needed to visit a neighboring territory for a bit.” He let silence build between them, wanting to ignite a wave of emotion inside of her, only to quell it moments later. “Kidding, kidding,”  His smile widened, revealing more of his obsidian-plated fangs- the metal shimmering in the low lighting. "I added a vial of venom to the collection. And while our dear Sultan is away, I figured I’d explore his domain.” That’s when Rhazien pushes further- taking a step towards her, trying to slowly herd her into the corner of the room. “And I must say,” His gaze is lingering on her now- first on her face, before crawling down the curvature of her neck, until it reaches her collar bone. “The Sultan keeps the finest treasures for himself.” He watches her chest rise and fall a few breaths before he seeks her gaze. “Wouldn’t you agree?”  His voice is light and airy, but the weight behind it is undeniable- he wanted Aurelia, badly.  

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