caught in the blood-fire, caught in the haze
10-14-2013, 10:11 PM
Perhaps it would be his lucky day, that the elusive scent of a dame filtered through his nostrils, the scent carrying to the very fiber of his being. Perfect. The light here was dim at best, but he could just make out the fine detailed shadow of the dame who's smell had captured his interest so. She didn't seem to notice the danger she was in, or his lurking presence. A snicker left him, rumbling from deep within his chest. Stepping from the realm of the shadows, he would move towards her, his ivory hue illuminated in the dim cavern light. His pace would be confident, easy going as he moved towards her, his head high, hackles raised,exposing the delicate ivories that had delivered so much fate before.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" He nearly purred, his tone sultry, easily flowing from his maw, kissing into the dark cave. "What an interesting position you seem to have found yourself in, my sweet..." A sliver of laughter peeled from his jaws, sinister and dark in nature. He was going to enjoy this, waiting for her response, his shoulders rolled back, as he stood relaxed, his plume hanging gently at his hocks.