Rolled up looking picture perfect
The sound of light footsteps approaching him fills the silence that accompanies the foggy moor, and within a few seconds, a figure becomes visible within the mist. He takes a courageous step forward as the female's dark facade slips into his sight, and the resemblance she bears is almost breath taking- she looks exactly like Kylar. A wicked smirks curls the corners of his inky lips, the tips of his guillotine like fangs shimmering within the moonlight. How interesting this will be- his first encounter with the 'kings' beautiful daughter. "Neios." He takes a short pause. "Neios Saxe." He finishes his statement with a humorless chuckle, his hungry gaze ravishing her bodice from her toes to the dark tips on her ears. Despite how much she looked like Kylar, she was very attractive. "And who might you be, hmmm?" He asks her for her name before she can give it to him on her own, curiosity swarming within the folds of his devious mind. Mevia, the pale figure he has forgotten about, stays by her masters side, ready to jump into action should Neios instruct her to. |