Winter Grey Ocean Bay

Setekh’s molten gaze never wavered from Arachne, his expression an exquisite blend of earnestness and allure. He saw the curiosity in her eyes, the spark that ignited when she encountered the unknown. Those inquisitive eyes that took in her surroundings, from the heavens above to the dirt with the worms. She sees, she knows. He must draw her further into the web he wove. This he was focused on. The hook, line, and sinker.

“There is a place,” He began, his voice soft, almost reverent, the Ivory God rising to his paws, moving to circle her with a soft chuckle. “Where the river diverges into countless streams, forming thousands of little islands before it surrenders to the ocean.” His words painted vivid images, each syllable meant to be a brushstroke on the canvas of her mind. He pauses, tail like a banner in the air as he meets her gaze, tipping his nose down to show the awe-inspired expression on his face. “This delta is a place of beauty and mystery. The waters host a wide variety of species, both from the fresh and salt waters, mingling in a dance as ancient as time itself… There is much to be seen. Much to be discovered.”

He paused, letting his description seep into her consciousness, binding her thoughts to his vision. Yes, see it, feel it, let it consume. Does she not hunger for more? “Doesn’t that sound like a fun adventure to be had?” He continued, a hint of amusement in his tone. He leaned in slightly, the subtle shift conveying intimacy, a promise of secrets and discoveries. Molten orbs glittering as he maintained eye contact, careful to keep the curl of his lips charming and not veer into devilish. “If… one has the courage to visit.” Mud and blood, life and death, all there for you to take.

Setekh straightened slightly, the movement a graceful thing, no energy wasted. He exuded an air of readiness and anticipation, offering her a cock of his skull and an outstretch of one of his paws towards her. “I invite you, Arachne, to explore with me. To learn from me, and to discover the wonders that lie within this world.” He paused, letting his words settle, the invitation hanging in the air like a silken thread. A trap, a snare, where dreams become nightmares, where she will be yours.

“Meet me there in three days' time,” He said, his tone imbued with a quiet command. “At the delta, where the river meets the sea.” He let his words linger, the promise of adventure and discovery enticing, the allure of his voice a siren call. Or a Devil-God’s melody. Her mind to twist, her will to break. Every step, every breath, yours to control. Inside, he enjoyed the power he wielded, the subtle manipulation that drew her ever closer. And oh, how she wanted to be closer. To his intelligence and knowledge, and he was so willing to give it. At the cost of her soul. Trust, yes, trust, and then the fall. The sweet descent into the abyss.

“Will you join me, Arachne?” He asked, his voice a soft caress, his gaze unwavering. There it was, his offer, his invitation spoken aloud. “Will you take this journey with me, and see the world through my eyes?” Eyes that see what you want, a soul that dances to your tune.

She will follow, and she will fall.