The dark obsidian temptress would lie on the soft forest floor, the roots of earth bringing her peace. She opened her maw in a yawn and her topaz eyes would slowly open, another yawn coming over the female before she stood up and shook her dark pelt free from the dirt that clung itself to her starless night pelt. She would pace down along a trail in the red forest that she had found herself upon, not necessarily sure where she would be heading today. Her dark figure was only a mere silhouette in the presence of red sky tall trees that were plentiful throughout the forest.

OOC: I'm so sorry Sigyn is a very bad little wolflet The behemoth had sought her queen, the lovely Katja, but the woman was nowhere to be found. How could she have lost the granite woman so quickly? Frowning, she followed the fading scent trail, and instead found a woman of similar tones. Ebony fur caught the light just right, shining like it had been lit with stars all of the sudden. The thought entered the golden beast's head unbidden, but not unsurprising, that she would not mind feeling that obsidian pelt slicked with sweat against her own. Salmon tongue would escape parted onyx lips, and she would lick at her muzzle. Immense paws would strike the ground without sound, the Viking princess was surprisingly light on her feet, despite her size. Cornflower optics remained fixed on the silhouette that traipsed through the massive trees all around them. Her quest to find the ever lovely former regent of Ebony was forgotten, chasing pretty tails was her constant distraction. Her weakness was a gorgeous figure and a nice face, regardless of gender or orientation. It didn't take long for her caramel form to pull up behind the obsidian damsel. Hunger burned in her cerulean pools, and she made no move to hide it. "Careful, Little Red Riding Hood." Rumbling vocals would purr, and a wolfish grin would spread across the broad planes of her face. "The Big Bad Wolf lurks in these woods." Now her banded forelimbs would pull her up alongside the smaller femme, steel cords of muscle rippling beneath a taut flesh and a thick pelt of shining gold. Her great head would swing about to lay her gaze upon the topaz pools of her quarry, a wicked grin coming to rest upon her face. A chuckle would pass her lips, the slow build of it in her chest resulting in a vocalization of her dark mirth like rumbling thunder in the distance. She would regard the midnight she wolf with an expression that could only be called unreadable, awaiting a flair of personality, a spark of the spitfire attitude she so loved to find. "Speech" Thanks to Chrono for making this sexier than Captain America art for me!

The dark shadow tinted temptress would easily pace down through the red forest at a trot. A set of chords would call out to her in lyrics, the obsidian woman turning her head to seek out the one who had disturbed her peace. Her topaz eyes would land on a goddess painted in gold, ebony marks swirling themselves around sapphire blue audits. "Well, I can easily hide from the big bad wolf and easily jump into the shadows," she would respond to her, soft tone laced with a hard set of chords, dark paws stopping in their tracks. The fae was large, but Mari was a fighter. A warrior. If the golden lady would attempt to stir up any trouble with the obsidian woman, Mariposa wouldn't hesitate to protect herself from a bad situation.

OOC: Dear sweet chimichangas I'm so sorry about Sigyn she got away from me there
The reply of the spitfire temptress earned a much louder chorus of laughter, a loud explosion of mirth from a set of jaws that had disemboweled and torn flesh so many more times than could be counted. Thunderous laughter rent the air, and she was so thoroughly amused by this. It took much more than hiding to escape the golden behemoth, a woman who had been called many things, from a taker of heads, to a destroyer. She practically shook with it, and it took a few moments before she could find it in her to speak again. Her cerulean optics pinned the obsidian femme with a look, skewered her with a gaze that hungered for something that could be so easily taken from her. "But oh, my little onyx gem, you should not give me a reason to chase you." She crooned, vocals filled with something far closer to animal than would be deemed safe. "I like it when they run." She hummed in a quieter voice, a wolfish grin spreading across her features. Banded forelimbs took a single step closer to the shadow draped wraith, and the beast stared her prey down.
It had been some time since her encounter with the sunset prince, and though she knew it would be much easier to simply seek him out, the little black darling was right here. Sure, she didn't seem to be interested, but there was no saying she couldn't persuade the lovely butterfly to fall before the might of the golden princess. Tongue would escape to lick her lips again, and she slowly glided across the terra, moving with startling grace across the grass so she could now stand right in front of the gem eyed female. She wasn't the most unique creature, but that silhouette was definitely tempting. The caramel gladatrix would be willing to overlook the bland ebony pelt, simply because she enjoyed the lady's figure.

"Speech"
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Now the gold and creme painted fae was starting to annoy Mari, claws stirring and extending into the soft, fleshy earth of the forest floor that was oh, so alive with nature.

A growl would rumble up in her chest and she would hold back from snapping, yet it was easier said than done.

"And why would I do something that you like?" She spat out the words in annoyance, yet she didn't mean for her chords to be so cold and emotionless.

"Look here, miss big bad wolf, this Little Red Riding Hood doesn't need any help, or isn't looking for any trouble. Now, I bid you farewell and a good day." The dark temptress would say and without hesitation she would go on her way, yet again becoming just a mere silhouette against the massive trees within the forest.

(OOC; ~Exit Mariposa unless stopped)

There was a fire burning in those topaz eyes, and oh did it ever alight a fire in the gaze of the Viking princess. It was always fun to watch them squirm, and get aggressive, and try to fight her off. If she wanted the ebony woman, she would have her. However, she wasn't really one for taking what was not to be willingly given. So, she would simply taunt the obsidian temptress until one of them grew tired of the game. When the cold lyrics met her ears, a husky chuckled would once more erupt from her parted jaws. "Maybe you do it because you secretly desire nothing but to please me, my little onyx gem." She rumbled, the wolfish grin still holding itself upon her broad features. It didn't take long for the obsidian siren to snap, and begin snarling and snapping like a rabid wolverine. How unseemly of the beautiful creature. She was bid a hasty, snappish farewell, and the dark woman flitted off to the shadows. With a small grin, the golden beast would watch that lovely silhouette disappear among the red trees. "Well well, you still hide among the trees and flee me. Strange one you are, little onyx gem." She hummed, before letting out a bored, only slightly irritated huff and returning to the task at hand. She had to find Katja again, and that could take a little while. the trail was beyond stale, and it could be lost to her soon. .:Exit Sigyn:. "Speech" Thanks to Chrono for making this sexier than Captain America art for me!