black mambo [fiamette]

Ominous red and orange eyes glare at the male as he climbs down the tall hill, her own ebony appendages carrying her carmine physic nimbly down the steep slope. It does not take long for the duo to close the distance that separates them, and when she gets close enough for comfort (a couple yards), she comes to a complete halt. Her skull lifts high above her shoulders, her tail lifting to align with her spine as she stares at the male, curiosity swarming into the chambers of her brain. Although she is intrigued by this male, her facial expression shows nothing but a cold-hearted stare. If she learned anything from Artemis, it was to hide every single emotion she felt.

"And you are?" She says aloud, her tone expectant as she waits for his name. What in the hell was he doing way out here anyway? No one came out here to explore, only to cross through the territory to reach another lace that was worth inspecting. Her right eye brow cocks above her eye, and the ebony tip of her long tail flicks irritably. She has never been known to have much patience, not even with a tall, dark, and handsome man.

"Speech"
'thoughts'