my blood is a flood of rubies, precious stones it keeps my veins hot...

hello, I'm your martyr, will you be my gangster? Can you feel my trigger hand, moving further down your back?

The vixen prowled onward across the terrain, her bright nebula's were fixed on the outline of the cave just over yonder. As she neared it's welcoming encasement the breeze carried a strong odor of a masculine her way and not long after she detected his aroma in the atmosphere she could hear the pounding of heavy paws on the earth, the feel of the ground's rumbling carcass quaked with each sprint he took towards her. It seemed the boy wanted to play, a game she wasn't so familiar with but she'll give him a run for his money. With one quick leap the phoenix was bolting forward, her long legs that were built for stamina and endurance carried her faster onto her destination -- leaving the brute in her dust.

Masking her frame in the cave's gnawing darkness, her entire being was enveloped and with her black pelt she faded with the shadows. Fayelon awaited for him to arrive and when he did the woman kept silent, her sapphire and ocean green oculars glowed a metallic color as she began to analyze the male. His structure was built for heavy duty it seemed while hers was built for speed, sure she was strong in all aspects that involved fighting but she mastered in the arts of stealth and stamina. A few ear-bleeding moments went by as he just sat there, almost as if he were jut going to wait for her to eventually come out. But that was not like Faye, she'd rather stay locked in the dark then reveal herself to a stranger. Although when he spoke his rough vocals were laced with interest, tempting her a little more. She shook her dome in annoyance, her optics rolling in sync motion at his half-ass charming speech.

Fayelon didn't not move from where she stood, the onyx demon simply sat back and watched quietly as he patiently waited. This was getting ridiculous and the she-devil couldn't sleep with him hovering there all night so she might as well given him what he wants, which is her appeal. Without hesitation the woman defensively stalked out from the haven, carefully taking in the way his joints reacted and his limbs moved. He seemed to have a quick reflex, something to take note of if he decided to attack. The beauty wasn't going to let it slid without a fair warning, so she let loose her toxic miens and snapped violently near him. I don't care what it is you were doing following me, but I suggest you leave while you still can or things will get pretty ugly, pretty fast. Fayelon then straightened up, her posture was battle ready and crown loomed low to tuck in the nap of her heart-shaped chest. Ears pinned back against her skull, lips curling back in a gruesome way, her legs spread out evenly to give level out her weight on all four appendages. Her demonic growls never ceased as they poured out like venom.