The experience of imprinting was always different from the female to the male. Phaedra knew something was different, something was off and she felt a power in the Truth of the moment, now that Riven, the True Angel had left her to care for Moladion. Phaedra had always worked beside Riven, and was somewhat...lost without her. Yet, in this moment with this dark male, she knew that she was alone no more, lost no more and the truth of light was here to illuminate them both. Her mind, it is a warped one, and some would say she suffers from a constant psychosis. Phaedra was pleased with herself and the route her life had taken her...and that is all that mattered.
As he speaks her name and speaks of her glow and light, she receives a flash of memory of the first day she met Riven in Diveen. She had consumed a thing she would later learn is called a mushroom. It changed her perception of life, the universe, and everything, and on that date under a bath of light on a bed of grass, she saw the being called Riven, who she determined was the True Angel. Riven seemed to glow and be made of nothing but light and life. Phaedra...she wondered if this is what Nogitsune was seeing in her right now. His words made sense to her, his allusions and metaphors bringing to life the meaning of the situation at hand. Her eyes did not leave him as she observed the man of shadow, a slow smile coming to her muzzle.
"Nogitsune, of Lillith and Andras, a demon, now tell me, light, light is of life....it is all, and yet there is dark- no dark means no light, yes? Demon is not Angel, but what is Angel without Demon?" she inquires after he asks to not be judged for his bloodline, and to know of her own blood.
"That blood that created me is of Isola and Kane. Yet- I am not as they are. They do not accept Truth, as few do," she says, eyes closing for a moment as she considers her failure in this respect. Her family was a...stubborn one. There was some bit of regret and know that one day she must try to bring them back to the True light. Her nebulous eyes open slowly after a few moments, her form of darkness and sunset still damp from the water standing tall and strong as ever.
It is then that her form moves. She is like that of a bear, but more graceful with the lines of a wolf. She moves in a decisive and confident manner, and her very presence commanded attention. It was not attention out of desperation or self-fulfillment- it was simply the nature and power of her very form. She moved to a fluid halt right before Nogitsune- only inches from her, with her gold and violet eyes gazing into him. Slowly, her dark visage leans in, seeking her forehead upon his forehead if he so allowed it.
"Your words speak as if you understand, that the world speaks to you as it does to me. You may follow and be in my presence, if that is what you seek," she says, inhaling his scent and taking him in. She is perhaps, odd, in that she is not afraid to keep her eyes open, to look into his and then to observe and note each and every piece of fur upon his face...like she was studying a piece of art, living art in this very moment.