She is wary - perhaps a bit too much - but she has been given good reason to be. She attempts to make herself appear more intimidating by raising her hackles and standing firmly in her position. As if she did not already look appalling enough with her healing flesh wounds.

Emotionless eyes watch him ever so carefully as her body twitches slightly as he moves to sit upright and lick the blood from himself. She is fearful, flighty, and prone to aggression if backed into a proverbial corner. Let him try.

This stranger is so large.. much larger than her aggressor from before and so she is further on edge, that is until he speaks. He offers his name first, a sign of trust of which she knows, and asks for her own in return. Her skull tips upward slightly as she looks at him from an angle in a watchful demeanor for the longest moment. "... Fal-..." She hesitates, unsure of whether it is the best idea to offer the sacred thing that is her name. ".. Fallacy." She does, she has, it's done. It cannot be taken back now whether she regrets it or not and now she is doomed. Yet her eyes do not peel away from his masculine figure, overpowering in all its size before her.

She cannot deny that he is intriguing only because of his coat coloration - other than that she would be glad to leave the memory of him behind. But she cannot look away and let her guard down, not even for the slightest moment. But she cannot bear holding eye contact with him for longer than a second and her focus moves to other parts of his body, still keeping him directly in her sights. "What are you doing here?" A fool's question but it will keep him distracted from her injuries and from any chance that she may have to dart off. Surely she is swifter than his hulking form.

goddess of none / no progeny / frozen hearted