black mambo [fiamette]

The stranger stops at a comfortable distance from the carmine deighty, and her ears perk forward in interest when he speaks his name. Nagendra Bahri.... She repeats the name silently within her mind, storing the information deep within the folds of her brain for later use. After all, this might not be their last encounter. The look in his eyes is... not expected. He seems bewildered, as if he was staring at something he has never seen before. Is he not used to being around other wolves or something? Her interest is ensnared by his curious demeanor, questions filling her mind as she waits for him to speak again. And when he does, she almost laughs in response. What was she? Well, he was about to find out.

"Hmhmhmhmh...." A humorlessness yet amused chortle seeps from her cracked lips, her ebony appendages moving her body forward as the serpent aims to close the distance that separates them. She aims to directly approach him, to invade his personal space with her captivating bodice. Velveteen nostrils aim to hover closely to his right ear,  her lips creasing into an o to form a soft whisper as she speaks. She keeps her face a few inches from his though, to ensure she has enough space to recoil should he respond to her actions with a mouth full of teeth. "The gods have sent you a beautiful siren to fulfill your every need..." She breaths lightly, aiming to use her warm breath to her advantage by tickling the sensitive hairs that line the inside of his right ear. Her tail flicks behind her as she speaks, a warm sensation fluttering within her chest. The sensation of desire.