Malleah


Six - Loner - Unattached

"'Tis the wind, and nothing more."

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The male moves with an innate confidence born from his stout build and classically handsome features no doubt. She almost envies him the confidence with which he moves, the puissant way his body seems to glide across the earth in such an unthinking manner. Used to it, one might say, and how she moves with that same grace but with more knowledge that she was not born powerful. She was and would always be weak physically. That was a knowledge that was always in the fore front of her mind. It did not grace the way she walked or the smooth smile that seemed to settle easily upon her features but it was in her mind nonetheless, concealed from the world but rampant in hers. "Is that so?" She purrs in reply to his statement, flashing him a coy smile that hinted at a playful nature. He wasn't one of those egotistical jerks was he? Then again she didn't really care too much, she thinks, so long as he might get her some food and remain somewhat intelligent conversation.

Darling, he calls her, and it serves to relax her some because clearly there is an interest in her. If there is an interest then she can fan the flames and perhaps she has found a solution to her suddenly homeless problem. Most wolves are usually outright crazy and she knows to expect them to be slow moving too but she is just.. caught up in the moment perhaps. The way she has lost what she had created for herself (as if she could create her OWN caverns, you know). So easily it was gone, snatched away and there was nothing she could do but bide her time. "What a masculine name," she rumbles in a pleasant tone, smiling at him while seating herself close to him so that she looks down upon him. Not by much really for he is almost twice her height standing and sitting there is very little difference but she still takes satisfaction where she can.

His scent is one most heady, like exotic flowers that consume the senses and overload them. A poison in her system, slowly shutting down each organ. The laugh he hopes to evoke does come in chiming syllables that seem to ripple across the water. It is almost magical being in here with him, the water so still and his figure so large beside of it. The red in his eyes, faintly demonic yet interesting and her own bright pink ones shining with the red flecks watching him. "Ah, at least there is something of myself that I can keep," she teases about her beauty, flicking her tail across her forelegs in a seductive fashion with crinkle eyes.

"You are quite the charmer Carnifex," she says, leaning forward so that their maws are close and he can breath her in while her voice lulls to a slow whisper on his name. "I wonder, is that why you have no mate then?" It is a personal question really yet she poses it like it is fun and games, though her eyes are shrewd as she tries to figure out the enigma that is this exotican male.