HELL WON'T HAVE ME
06-26-2014, 10:47 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-26-2014, 10:48 PM by Joker.)
His titian gaze studies the pale specter. He takes in her scent- and does not ignore the instinctual impulses he feels as he scents her heat. Rather he quiets them. He has no interest in her. He's interested only in the best. He won't mix genes with someone he does not deem worthy. There is silence for a few seconds, and then she speaks. Her words- instead of annoying him, intrigue him. She seems quick witted with her tongue. Is that the only thing she is quick with, he wonders? Compared to his gigantic form- she is nearly an imp, a small deity, but she seems so calm- collected, almost egotistical. He lets out a small snort in response to her words, not of derision or disbelief, rather a simple acknowledgement. Her gaze meets his, her eyes are a mismatched pair. She beckons him, and he steps forward, coming to stand beside the pixie like wolf. She is average height, to those that are merely average wolves- but to he, and to those like him, she is nearly angelic. She questions him, and he obliges, looking down through his molten gaze and into the pool. He sees the marred reflection of himself staring up at him, and he blinks. She speaks again, interrupting the silence between them and he thinks for a moment before he replies- his voice, dark and brooding. "I see power.. and darkness." He speaks seriously. His tone echoing around him. His molten gaze turns to rest upon her angelic form- the fire within them, nearly an echo to the fire inside his chest. "What do you see?" He asks, returning the question- throwing it back into her field. She is intriguing, and interesting specimen, of that he has little doubt. Speech, |