Taste these embers and ash

His movements stilled, obviously taken aback by her appearance as most seemed to be. A smile would grace her lips, at first good hearted before poison was poured across it and it turned deadly. These were the moments she basked in, the adoration and shock she received when others gazed upon her pelt for the first time. Though red was not such a hot commodity anymore, with her children and the Seracian's she had found herself the newest and trendiest pelt color to call her own. Purple. Just like his eyes. And she would be her own, her perfect trophy to hold even as her red pelt faded. But in his eyes she found that shock and awe she had once held over everyone and she found herself feeling beautiful in a way she usually only felt around her love. Who was this creature standing before her? This monochromatic man who bore the oddest markings? She found herself almost as curious as he, taking a few further steps closer but still keeping her distance in case of a fight. Heaven forbid he try and jump her and mar her beautiful visage. After all without her looks what would she have?

Crucifix he would call himself, name dropping from his tongue easily for her ears to swivel forth to snatch up like a delicious tidbit all for herself. A delightful name... Poisonous smile would grow even more as his next words came only to be greeted by a chuckle before falling serious and lowering her head as if she had some great secret to share. "In truth... I'm all white. But who likes a white wolf... I stain my pelt with raspberries and cherries every day to keep the color fresh. I've stained it so much that even when I bathe I turn pink rather then white!" She exclaimed in hushed tones, musical laughter bubbling up her throat as she studied him with lantern eyes. She gave him a moment to precess that, watching his expression carefully before sly grin would slide in place once more.


Speech!