It is a calm silence, the deep chatters away in soft whispers to her and death has lurched closer into the fray. The birds are ignored meaning little as the female shakes off her coat. Her eyes were eager to study, looking for changes in the fem before her and she began to notice something, a sort of bold nature she hadn't seen within the girl before. Nearly everything of the physical lay forgotten only the small one and she existed with her companions knowing death would be her senses should she like to delve deeper into the occurrence and take advantage of it.

Sekhmet kept her jaws slightly parted keep a watchful eye on the fem as she stalked closer only to encircle her. Perhaps if Sekhmet were the type she would scoff but she remained silent as the distance was closed she looked deeply into the eyes of the other. A snarl radiated out as warning and threat. She knew she must take what she wanted and right now she wanted the girl, a possession, companion, her own. This was their way, her way. Fate was a curse of promises that had failed her and she didn’t trust it any longer. It lied to those needing hope, feeling love and having it ripped away. Her anger grew locked behind her opalescent eyes. No, she would choose her own fate now.

She stepped forward pressing into the girls space, her chest easily within reach but her throat ever so carefully tucked away, her jaws parted slowly and she moved to rake her teeth down the girls neck if the girl backed away and rejected a pact she would see her run and perhaps hunt her in the future to fill the gnawing hunger. She was silent and lingered closely waiting with her throat hidden. Silence, whispers, and more silence, not even death spoke of prying eyes or danger. All that was left was for the girl to reject or accept her and wished to know of her darkness and death, her companions. It was up to the woman now.