Malicious, haunting. Devious looming force, a twisted symphony with which the succubus was lulled forward. Sinister smirk painted across her onyx lips. Heart looking for no shelter, instead painting with a different battle cry. Hazel orbs had been soaked in a ray of knowing, and with this knowledge came thirst. A thirst that was different than her usual, but still just as powerful. She felt hollow, a simple doll. Only worth what she brought to the table, aesthetically speaking. She could feel the ground moving rapidly underneath her heavenly paws. Porcelain mask once again drew blank as her pace slowed. Golden droplets of water sought to sate their lust upon the silky tendrils of her fur. Pristine white banner slapped away the wandering fingers for today the babe was not in the mood. No, she was too determined to get distracted with childish games. The babe was now more determined than ever to get exactly what she wanted. There was only one name that stained her mind and left a bitter taste in her mouth and that was her Father. Her irritation with things seemed to be growing after she gave birth due to her hormones being unbalanced, it did not help that Hannibal has not bed her in a long time and she needed to feed. Maybe she should take a break and do something different. The bronze Goddess merged deep into the depths of the water. She was soon drawn into a trace as she imagined how easy it would be to dispose of another soul in the murky depths, preferably of the half albino beast. This drew a smirk across the babe's lips. And with that thought she was sucked deep into e reverie. Speech

The day was dreary indeed, and it left Czernobog wishing he'd left the area sooner. There was no shelter from rain in the desert, only sand and a general feeling of discomfort brought about by virtually every part of the land. His belly was full from his previous meal and he wouldn't need to hunt for a while now, so he spent his time as soon as the drops had begun to fall making his way back towards lands with more tree cover.

It was chance that he stumbled on the brown jewelry-clad woman, but she was at first ignored when droplets hitting his eyes caused him to continue his forward march in search of sanctuary from the elements.

Soon, it began sprinkling. Little droplets of water drenched her hair, skin, and jewellery. The water droplets began growing larger and falling frequently. The light ‘pitter patter’ of rain turned into wet thuds as the icy water raced to meet the ground. The sprinkling turned into a torrential downpour. The coldness seeped through her egyptian silk tendrils that were cascadin over her reptilian bodice in a luxurious way and chilled her skin. The clouds grew darker and darker as the bronze babe tried to seek a cover from the rain; it was just her luck for such weather to encouner her the day she wanted to have a day for herself in the desert that remainded her so much of her home. A flash of lightning spread across the skies, visible and bright. The bone-chilling cold seemed unbearable in the howling wind and icy rain and thus she decided to raise to her full height, her fur clung to her bodice, accentuating her curvaceous forms; emmaning sensuality, pure sexuality. The sound of thunder rolled through the area as another lightning bolt split the sky. Passing through her pheripheral vision was a shadow and the woman was rapid to retord her regalia towards the moving figure or else she would not have caught the feral, muscular man walking the opposite direction.  You. her voice rose above an actove, a high pitched yell escaped her full, ebon lips as another thunder broke through the sky. Speech

Quite focused on his destination, the vague idea of 'anywhere but here', Czernobog found himself startled by the woman's call despite already knowing she was there. It was enough to cause him to pause for a moment and look her way. He was only moderately curious about whoever this was, in part because he was not a curious man but also because the steady beating of the rain falling from the heavens was soaking him through entirely and the weather just screamed dangerous.

"Yes?" he called back, not moving but allowing her to approach if that was what she wanted, still inwardly wishing to be out of the weather but not frightened to the point where he would take off suddenly. The claps of thunder that rolled over the dunes to meet their ears were loud enough to make some jump though he stood stoically with his attention on the sopping wet woman.

The rain fell softly as if it knew of the hardships both behind and ahead. Each droplet alighted on her skin with just enough coolness too command her mind to the present, to pull her away from the pain of the past and the uncertainty of what was to come. The beads over her beautiful face, more numerous than even the freckles in her fur, joined to wash over her in a delicate cascade of trickles. She raised her eyes to the male she screamed at, mile-long limbs bringing her closer to him until she was able to distinguish his features and his mini-expressions. I need cover, do you know anything in the area? she arched her brow in question as her gaze shiften between the male in question and the sky. it was going to fet ugly and they might need to find shelter as soon as possible. Speech

Getting drenched wasn't his idea of a good time honestly. His paws were just itching to carry him towards the nearest available shelter. The decorated woman professed to need shelter. It was impossible to be surprised, given how awful the weather was shaping up to be. Another flash of lightning traced its way down to the ground a few miles away, followed by a rolling clap of thunder a few moments later. Looking her over, Czernobog finally shook his head.

"I do not, but you are welcome to join me in looking for someplace dry if there is one to find."

With that he turned and continued his trek. It made no real difference if she followed, though perhaps company wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. Mostly the are was sand, sand, and more rolling dunes of sand, however, he thought he could see a rocky area ahead of them through the mist and rain that worked to obscure his vision.

The heavy rains have carved a miniature canyon in the path. Doubtless the soil was made soft by the gentle rainfall the previous week and so was no match for the sudden deluge. The rut is about the same width as a pad and as deep as the ankle bone. The bronze babe skips from side to side, not thrilled to the weather that presented itself. Rain kept falling in crazy chaotic drops as the others words reached her graceful ears, the gusting wind carrying them in wild vortices one moment and in diagonal sheets the next. It runs down her face as a thin layer drip upon her button lips the moment she parted them, I shall. she hurried her speech as they departed towards a safe location, towards a shelter from the chaotic weather they were graced with. Following the man was not a easy task as she decided to keep a certain distance and yet her vision blurred from time to time and she had to keep using her elongated tail in order to wipe the water that almost poured down her eyelashes and eyes. She could not see anything but there has to be somewhere around here. That has to be a cave or at least a tree log that they could use to make a shelter. Speech

The walk to the rockier terrain was longer than he would have liked, and about as miserable as he expected. He'd be happy to find some place to dry off. It would suck to find himself getting sick from the chilling rain, but it wouldn't surprise him if he did. When they finally arrived, he scouted out the area carefully, finding a break in the dunes where outcroppings of sandstone rose up to provide some much needed variety to the landscape. A smattering of boulders that stood beside the mouth of a shallow cave cut into the wall of stone seemed to beckon to the soaking wet wolves and he wasn't one to avoid heeding such a welcoming call.

When he made it to the mouth of the cave which was only just large enough to house three or four wolves comfortably he paused to shake out his pelt as best he could. Teach him to stay in one area too long. Honestly it was a miserable place. Turning to see the woman again, he glanced her over once more now that it wasn't so difficult to see. He supposed she'd be lovely if she didn't look half drowned. Well, she looked alright even then if he was being honest.

Small, loose stones littered the floor causing her to trip as she got closer to the cave. In their task, seemes that the man has been successful because a cave came into view, the entrance was so small she almost missed it. The cave was built into the muddy brown rock of the cliff, the stone guarding the entrance was jagged and uneven, arranged in such a way, that it would be difficult for passers by to spot. The moment the babe stepped in she released a breath that she did not know she was holding. They finally, finally managed to find shelter, she thought as she shook her luxuriius, egyptian silk tendrils of the excess water. The only down side was that now they were stuck together. What should I call you? she arched her brow in question before her teacups pads took her further into the cave, droplets of water adorned the autumn tendrils of hair as it clungs to her body, revealing her curves and sensual hips. Speech