She hears the familiar cacophony of footfalls as they reverberate off the narrow walls of her temporary haven, though she harbors no impulse to turn and greet her spectator--she has no will for fear or trepidation, and therefore sees no reason to fret. Abstract gaze remains fixated upon her own reflection as his scent writhes through leathery nostrils, and briefly, her mind wanders--had the salacious fragrance of her heat attracted a potential suitor? The prospect mattered little to the wraith; she is not a lecherous concubine who willingly spreads her legs for any man, and any man who presumed otherwise would be met with a most treacherous fate. He, however ( whoever he was ), portrayed no incent to charm, and her ears merely careen in his direction as his baritone vocals pierce the silent atmosphere surrounding them, voice amplified within the cavern. She offers him a resounding and amused grunt in response, drawing her skull back to its full apex while her pupils remain locked upon the surface of the water. ?Neither; only curiosity,? she informs, tone retaining its typical monotony. Mismatched gaze finally wavers in pursuit of his own, curiosity piqued by her current company.
Violet and silver gaze intertwines with his own molten, and the ghost of a smirk caresses her velveteen lips as she momentarily indulges in his behemoth exterior. The Elysius deity is not a woman who is easy to impress based upon outward carriage alone; and yet, his physique screams of the potential swarming within his veins, and the phantom finds herself vaguely enthralled. The scars variously etched throughout his dark flesh serve as testimonies to his conquests and they outnumber her own by far--though she is hardly the militant to underestimate, even with such a dainty stature in comparison to the grand majority. She possesses an aura of confidence that is undeniable, and her immaculate poise only emphasizes it. ?C o m e,? she beckons, her vocals a domineering command that she supposes he will adhere to, hind limbs shuffling backwards to grant him room as her muzzle gestures towards the surface of the water beneath her. ?Tell me: what do you see?? It is an inquiry that is open for interpretation; he is welcome to inform her of his outward appearance or even something that lurks beneath that none other may view upon first glance.
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