His tactic seemed to be working. The golden woman began to slowly relax, the grimace her muzzle had contorted to slowly relaxing. Her hardened emeralds would relax as well, a new light shining through them, though not enough to crack the icy stare that he was receiving. He took no offense to her hostility. He was a stranger after all and he couldn't expect much from her, especially when she had just killed. It was only natural instinct to be defensive.
He could see her emerald gaze assessing his figure, taking him in, observing, trying to figure out if he was any kind of threat to her. The cobalt King did his best to look as non-threatening as possible, even going so far as to lower his head to be level with hers, wanting to instill confidence in her that he really meant her no harm. The dame would toss her head to the side, the blood clinging to her jaws flying away from her in arch around her jaws. And then the woman would speak, her voice gruff with a foreign accent. I am not sure I should answer to such a piece of your curiosity.To reveal anything of myself to a complete stranger would not be smart on my part. To whom am I speaking with, whom is so curious about my reasoning for being here? He would listen with earnest interest, noticing that she was extremely distrusting of him and he was okay with that. He didn't expect her to blab away about herself to a complete stranger.
I am Taurig, the king of these lands ma'am. Ever respectful warrior, ever respectful King.
