Devil's Dance

Ylva could hear the howling that erupted throughout the world around her. Her lobes perked upright, hearing the howl of Sin as she gave a small grin, running over to where the alabster brute happened to reside. The stench of the brute surrounded her nostrils with their intoxicating fregrance of oak and his own, sinister musk. Her crimson orbs met his own, a small grin stretching across her lips as she stood in front of the man.

"You called for me, Sin?" She asked; mint-green optics meeting the brute's ember colored gaze. She would playfully brush her tail across the male's chin before sitting back down in front of him. She was ready to hear what the man had asked of her.

"Speech"