:::not here for my _{confessionals:::}

Malignus was not as oblivious to her approach as she thought him to be. He had glimpsed her pause and regard him from a distance away, head tilted with childish curiosity. She was almost a perfect doppelgänger of a female he had taken many moons before, and yet she was much, much younger. He grinned to himself at the resemblance, but refocused on the task at hand. It seemed the child had a wish to play with fire, for she walked beneath his perch singing a becoming ditty, all high-stepping, oblivious pride. She knew he was there, and yet she baited him with her femininity so. He let saliva drip from his jowls as his eyes roved her bodice, enjoying the view. She was pretty enough, and yet possessed a little something extra that intrigued him more than turned him on for a change. With a long-suffering sigh, he let himself slip from his position on the mossy trunk, landing in front of her on light paws.

He smiled toothily and dipped his head, bowing to the other but without his usual flourish. After all, why try so hard when he wasn't in it for the pleasure? It probably would have the same effect anyway. Pale yellow eyes bored into her own, and he caught the shadow that sprang to her vision, noting the darkness sheltering just behind her lids. Her colouring too, was reminiscent of many others he had seen in Moladion, and so he supposed her to be the offspring of a rather powerful line. A little princess perhaps? He didn't know but, if she were to inherit, he would be sure to find out and react accordingly. For the moment though, she was just a handsome stranger who had caught Malignus' wondering eye and he guessed as to her ability to hold it for long.

“Hello dear! What a surprise to see one such as you passing beneath my napping place. I am Malignus, nomad, artiste, and pleased to make your acquaintance. Pray, what brings you to Enocra this glorious afternoon?”

His syrupy voice was soft and friendly, but he delivered his speech in a deceptively charming manner. If the other had nothing to offer him in the way of words, she would soon find herself beneath him, giving what only a young, untouched bitch could give.