What's In A Name

OOC: Dear sweet chimichangas I'm so sorry about Sigyn she got away from me there
The reply of the spitfire temptress earned a much louder chorus of laughter, a loud explosion of mirth from a set of jaws that had disemboweled and torn flesh so many more times than could be counted. Thunderous laughter rent the air, and she was so thoroughly amused by this. It took much more than hiding to escape the golden behemoth, a woman who had been called many things, from a taker of heads, to a destroyer. She practically shook with it, and it took a few moments before she could find it in her to speak again. Her cerulean optics pinned the obsidian femme with a look, skewered her with a gaze that hungered for something that could be so easily taken from her. "But oh, my little onyx gem, you should not give me a reason to chase you." She crooned, vocals filled with something far closer to animal than would be deemed safe. "I like it when they run." She hummed in a quieter voice, a wolfish grin spreading across her features. Banded forelimbs took a single step closer to the shadow draped wraith, and the beast stared her prey down.
It had been some time since her encounter with the sunset prince, and though she knew it would be much easier to simply seek him out, the little black darling was right here. Sure, she didn't seem to be interested, but there was no saying she couldn't persuade the lovely butterfly to fall before the might of the golden princess. Tongue would escape to lick her lips again, and she slowly glided across the terra, moving with startling grace across the grass so she could now stand right in front of the gem eyed female. She wasn't the most unique creature, but that silhouette was definitely tempting. The caramel gladatrix would be willing to overlook the bland ebony pelt, simply because she enjoyed the lady's figure.

"Speech"
'thoughts'