It was pleasing the girl didn’t cower away or back off from her touch. Cold eyes bore into the girl with calculation as she mimicked her own movements, a touch permitted and allowed by few. Perhaps this girl was not so different than herself, maybe she could love what she loved. A growl resounded in her chest but it was akin to a purr with no threat or warning held behind it. A special subject indeed and a possession she was pleased with, a malicious edge gleamed in here eyes as she studied the woman’s movements. Soon the dance was done and she skirted to the opposite side and those cold eyes followed her in a primitive manner. A lust not of the flesh but of the growing hunger that gnawed at her. Standing still as the woman jogged out her ears twitched to the woman tones calling for her attention and a pleased grin crossed her maw.

The whispers grew louder more excited to reach out and take but she knew to show caution; “First. We hunt.” She wouldn’t give in to the woman’s demands nor would she refuse the either. She proposed a test of sorts and yet the rules were hidden she wouldn’t make it easy on her new companion. “Tell me. Of yourself. Your beliefs.” She was cautious with her words but with her actions she was clear. She was a creature born and bonded to the darkness with death as her truest companion, perhaps to some, she would be considered a monster but this was something she embraced. She wondered if this woman, was truly ready for her most intimate nature being, that of a murder, as most would call it and while she wouldn’t deny such things she saw it as making her reality perfect and devoid from all the false safety the world thought it had.

The deep’s whispers grew and came to one finality of decision which Sekhmet could agree too. She would guide the woman to the correct prey should she not come to it on her own and she would whisper the sweet, cruel words of the deep. Perhaps the woman would never be entirely welcome in the deep but she would not refuse those willing to learn and embrace the deep. “I am?” She questioned the woman, she wanted to see what the woman considered herself, what she could see and feel. Muscles rippled beneath her coat as she made her strides forward to the females side for a moment her gaze, she would keep an eye on her as they made their path but she would rather not waste precious time. They could keep the conversation while they moved even though she perhaps still favored the silence.