Maybe she's born with it

*Valentine* · 12-10-2014, 08:41 PM

Standing perfectly still amid the mist, the brute watched with keen interest as a beautiful specimen glided by. Markings the color of fire adorned her person; their black background coupled with the swirling mist giving them an ethereal quality, as if Fire itself was walking Alacritia. Her scent came to him on the wind and filled his nostrils with a very mortal perfume. The beauty was a she.

Captivated by her and her peculiarities, the brute strode forward, intent on introducing himself and getting a better look at her markings. He closed the distance rapidly, long, fluid stride eating away at the ground with ease. In a matter of heartbeats he was only a few feet away and there Valentine paused as not to alarm the other with his presence.

She was even more stunning up close, but he refused to make his smitten state known. "If you're scoping this place out, I suggest you look elsewhere for a home." He shrugged. "Far too many creepy crawlies here." Valen quirked a brow. "However, it is a good place to pout. The ambiance, the mist, the alligators...it'll curdle any mood."

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