He watched her as she leaped from her perch to stand neatly before him. His head pulled back slightly as her perfume came to him. Tempting him, goading him to do an action that he was keeping to himself for the moment. Amber gaze searched her purple one as she cooed to him about staining his pelt. Why, what kind of man would he be if he didn't show others how dangerous he could be? The blood remains of his enemies a symbol of his sinful deeds. Every fight he got in, every wolf he killed would become a remnant, a trophy of his accomplishments. The blood too, was always fresher then the last victim. Though it had a tendency to wash off once in a while, he never had trouble finding replacement "ink" for his sinister appearance. "Why, I mark my pelt with those who have wronged me or gotten in my way. They atone for their sins, and in turn I mark my pelt with the blood of my enemies." A rather dark chuckle emanated from his core as he quietly watched her circle around him, peering from the corner of his eye as she checked out his unique way of adorning himself. Unlike others who stained themselves with paint or berries, he went the extra mile and adorned himself with something real.
"Like what you see?" He murmured as she came to stand before him. He did not withdraw, but was rather interested in her more then he'd been interested in anyone. He would love to have her, to add her among his most prized trophies...but alas, on closer inspection it seemed she belonged to another. Was that Imperium he smelled? That pack scent seemed to be all over most he came across as of late. The king must be popular. He offered a genuine grin laced with a certain devious touch as she offered her name. "A pretty name for a pretty girl." He chuckled as his head tipped forward till they were almost nose to nose, her aroma beneath the imperium scent intoxicating. "So what's an angel like you doing out here so far from home?" He purred, amber gaze full of interest and perhaps...desire.
