Taste these embers and ash

His expression was delightful, amused and a bit disconcerted but if there was any hesitation he did not show it. His own crown would lower as if sharing in her dirty little secret, vibrant eyes focused in on her as tantalizing tones slipped from his lips. Grin would only grow, eyes dancing with some inner light as she studied him. Did he really just say that? It wasn't often she came across a wolf with a quick wit like this one. Precious dear, now she wanted him all for herself. She had always liked collecting the peculiar ones. Whether it was their bodies or their minds that interested her she always felt the need to make them her own one way or another. "But sir! I am a lady! Not even dinner and a date first?" Feigned shock would wash across her features, a paw lifting to touch her chest as if the mere idea was blasphemous to her. But it was only moments before she was smiling once more, sickeningly sweet expression touching both lips and eyes as she studied him. A few more moments and then she would allow long legs too churn, pulling her closer towards him as she allowed her eyes to drift from his expression to the rest of him.

He was large, and strangely marked. Though generally she was attracted to simply marked monochromatic wolves he had a strange appeal to him. And what was that on his shoulder. "I'll let you have a taste if you tell me about this." She was curious now, words soft as she stared in wonder at the strange mark adorning his shoulder. Never mind anything else. She had seen this before. Somewhere where humans had once roamed. Was it the island? The ship? Did he mark himself with this or was he born with it? She simply had to know.

Table by Azil