You Beg, You Plead IP: 188.50.30.82 Posted on January 21, 2013 at 02:34:55 PM by Dash
She didn't break the eye contact, and flicked an ear again. Waiting for his reaction, the femme blinked once. She was quite patient, and could wait for days on end for something. That was what made her so skilled the thief and killer. Hearing his reply, and the chuckle following, Satin gave a small yawn.
"I am a mystery? You'd have to be quite an experienced detective to figure me out, stranger. What makes you so sure you are one of those experienced?" the fae replied daringly, raising one eyebrow again.
At his question, she shifted her position, now laying on her side, head raised, graceful and silent legs stretched out. "My name is surely of no interest to you. I am but the shadow you spot lurking in the corner of your vision, disappearing as soon as you turn to get a good look. I am only the antagonist in horror stories, the soul-sucking femme. To most, I am a nightmare. And I should be, to all." Her reply had given nothing away that had already been given away by her appearance. And she had intended it to be that way, testing his patience. Of course, Satin did this with anyone she deemed worthy, however slight, talking to. When the brute mentioned the origin of his chosen name, she smirked. But that too didn't reveal anything, whether she was scorning him, amused, disgusted, bored, or heaven knows what. Yes, this black femme truly was a mystery. Replies:
