Purdue

The temptress indeed had been watching the stars, consulting someone within the dancing lights. At his presence, once concern was voiced from his inky lips, the ebon queen had turned, feasting upon his build for a brief moment before her voice would come into his ebony ears. "How is my Raven?" A small chortle would escape inky lips as he would slide closer, rather flirtatiously. His ebony banner trailed behind, but would return to it's rightful place once he would recline again, topaz gems shimmering. "That's not important to you, is it? The spotlight of the moment is with you, always, my Queen." No regrets came to mind, for all he spoke was the pure truth, spoken in a brass voice common to his vocals, yet they had been spoken with a hint of honey to them. Perhaps the temptress had felt the same about the raven, allured toward him. Impossible, yet possible. If she ever wished upon children, he would be the first to volunteer to give the ebon queen what she would need. His loyalty to the ebon queen would be undisputed at the most, for she had conquered the obsidian warrior, using intellect and brute strength at the same times.

"Speech."