The days closing in and im dying out

The scent of a female swiped the flares of the titan before appearing before his icy orbs. Observing her every feature and structure. Wasnt she a bonny thing. Oh how it reminded Siarvon when he was younger having seductive females around him as amusement. The boy was on fire. Letting his mind run free for just a moment could cause many things to go wrong and thats the last thing he wants infront of another.
The woman spoke her request so it was only polite to answer. The thing with this large brute is that his manners can be.. well.. of. Parting the ebony lips carbon dioxide filled the air in the grasp of freedom. " greetings m'lady. The names Siavon. Im here to start fresh.. to be part of something more.. perhaps you could help me?" The deep tones of the mans voice echoed the area in a satisfying quench. The hint of Italian tops it all of; being a rouge gets you places, learns you things. And italian for this guy was one of them.

Looking over this woman was.. interesting. For starters her tails been ripped of, not just the end of it, i mean ripped of.. by a fight perhaps? Two scars are also formatted on the womans delicate visage; slitting over her Emerald hues. A lot would think its not a very attractive thing to look at but to him its pretty god damn unique. This woman did not specify her name so the handsome man could just simply nod in respect. Oh how the look of her triggered something in his brain. So many memorys. But the face is not exactly known. Not clear enough. The woman was on heat; its a good thing that Siarvon can control his actions instead of creating a sin. Women need to be careful. Theres so many that would take to the oppurtunity before fleeing. His posture remains strong. Not moving any closer to the woman keeping a respectable distance between the two. Those eyes. Those eys beam towards him as if giving sign. A sign he can not understand. no yet.