an epic tale of deceit given life once more
on silver lips so spiteful

He should be pleased to know that he was the first that she had come into contact with since those years as a child - though she hoped that it would not be a disappointment, he has quite the standard to rise to. She has no previous gatherings or conversations to compare this on-going one to, so he has the upper-hand by that simple fact, but that does not mean she will not scrutinize every word he utters or movement he makes. She is very wary and her keen eyes rarely allow such small details to pass her by.

His voice is deep and smooth, near to familiarity within the girl's memory yet she was certain that she had never come across him before when she was only a pup, it was a near impossibility. His witty response caused her eyes to roll slightly inside of her cranium, a light huff coming from her silver jaws as she expressed her distaste in the manner of which he chose to address her. "Please.. spare me the spiel, stranger. I don't get caught up into those games so readily." Her tone was flat, as if she were already tired of his company, though it was all in her own little mind game. She would have to determine where this one would end up in a few moments though, as she currently did not have a scheme for things, the appearance of the male being unexpected. "If you are so interested in seeing my face, then join me.." Her voice did not carry the playful taunts that may slide so easily from the lips of temptresses throughout Moladion, but rather, flowed from her tongue in an almost mysterious and dark manner. A morbid curiosity was what would cause most to obey her demands - to know the creature behind such a soothing sound.

It could be presumed that Verity had received such a personality from her mother if they had known her in a past life; she was a temptress herself, tricking many weaker-minded males into doing as she pleased simply through carefully spoken words and the right gleam in her vivid eyes. Verity did not possess such a likeness to the idea of physical temptation and chose to work solely on her talents as a weaver of words. She could spin lies straight from her tongue without falter and carry out such stories for an endless amount of time. The silver femme did not quite understand why she did such things but she had pondered on it and had come to the conclusion that perhaps she deceived others in efforts to re-write her story, but the lies tended grow wild and she was quick to lose herself in them if they were given too much thought. "Do you dare?" She teased him this time as she remained where she lay, her eyes still focused solely on the tri-colored canid.