sic semper tyranis

With the eventual discovery of the entrance of the cathedral came an entirely unrelated surprise. A violet marked fae, carefully grooming herself just beyond the doors. A low rumble of intrigue bubbled up in his throat, but died on his tongue. Instead, he slowed his pace, widened the circle of his approach. Best not to frighten her off before he could get a proper look at her. The strange damsel had managed to drag a juvenile seal from the shores for a meal, which was a display of rather useful skills. Hunting had been his calling, though his prey was far too variable to put to names. The silver tongued yearling was eager to brush up on his skills, to woo a captive into his thrall. No time like the present.

"Would you care for some assistance to bring your meal indoors?" gravelly baritones spoke ever so gently, those pale lilac eyes drifting between the girl and her kill. With carefree, languid movements, he took a few steps closer. "Or were you aiming for dinner with a view?" there was a hint of humour there, the barest flash of fangs to mimic a smile as he tipped his chiseled cranium inquisitively. Ivory tipped tail swept loosely across his heels, head held low between sharp shoulders as he fixed the weight of his fathomless gaze upon the unfamiliar fae.