cracks in the pavement

She was silent, that red heathen. Bewitching. He enjoyed in her that, physically, he saw so much of himself. She did not deter him, no, his mood deterred him from communication with them, and yet, the lyrics that spun from her maw were what became something that he had to fall weary of. She spoke nothing to him, and her compliments solely spun around the black female he had come to meet. A deepened scowl would enrapture his entire set of features and he would twist into dissatisfaction as a clear claim rolled from her lips. So, she was of a pack that believed so heavily on the those things? Unwillingly taking that which did not belong to them. Eyes would flood to Beherit. Waiting for her to give some sign of whether or not she wanted to truly go with the creature, and when the vocals that declared she wished to keep her freedom, rang out, Syrinx would rise from his feet. Nodding her off into the distance.

?Guess that concludes this meeting, eh?? His gaze drifted towards the russet woman and he nodded to her in affirmation before he was about ready to go, ?Syrinx Adravendi, I?ll talk to ya another time,? and with that he was ready. Muscular thighs pushed the beast from the ground and off he went, ready to venture back out and see what he could find. So long as he was not needed.


Exit Syrinx unless needed/stopped
Speech!