She reclines so comfortably beneath the tree that she believes to be the one she had met him at those few years ago. Their parting had been hate-filled, at least on Enderly’s side, and Naamah expects nothing less if she were to run into him once again.

His voice rings out in the stark silence of winter for her like a knife cutting through the air. It nearly causes her spine to tingle in anticipation of his vehement approach. She does not find that his anger is misplaced, after all she had chosen another over him, and in the end had left them both. Such is the waywardness of the dark angel – never to be tamed or tied down to such worldly things. But she does not expect anyone, not even Enderly, to understand that.

”Now darling, who are you to say where I belong?” she coos in a tone reminiscent of times passed between them. She rises from her position to assess him, abysmal eyes looking him over, nose twitching as she approaches and inhales every scent that lingers on his coat. One in particular standing out so heavily amongst the others, feminine in odor. ”Ahh… so I see that you haven’t missed me too much hm?” her voice rings out to him again in that sinfully lilting manner. She cannot be angry with him for laying with another, after all she has and will continue to do the same, so why pass judgement on him for it?

She circles about him, inhaling once more as her eyes close, a wicked simper taking place upon her muzzle. ”I must give this girl a visit, shall I?” she chuckles in a mildly demented manner, perhaps foretelling of what the outside world had done to her in the seasons that have passed. Although she will not freely give such sensitive information to him – despite their history. The anguish that she had endured away from Moladion was to stay there, even if there was irreparable damage done to her mental state.

Her sumptuous, stygian figure comes back around to his anterior as she lingers before him, the full effect of winter making its way into her system and causing her hormones to rage into a swirling cloud of perfume. She knows where his weak spots lie. He has tasted of her garden once before and he is a carnal creature indeed; so she will toy with him as she sees fit.