His voice lowers at her initial reply; the words barely audible through the cacophony of the raging storm. She remains resilient before the beast and keeps her upright stance, watching him with an unchanging, stoic stare. She has no use for games, she never was the type. Though it appears that this creature is a habitual player. His tone snaps in the air with mockery as his teeth flash a sneer for the second time. I am no one, her reply is terse, to the point. ”If you want a vivid story you’ve asked the wrong one,” her tone is flat and somber as she attempts to put an end to his prying into her personal life. He had her name - at least what once was her name - and that would suffice for the time that they were here.

But he is not so simple of a creature.

He tries to pull her in closer, taunting her, as his timbre shifts and a darker note takes place. Imbra does not revel in physical combat, it’s not her life’s mission to best as many as she can, but that does not mean she is inept. She takes a step in, if only to allow a dull shaft of light to highlight the anterior of her figure. She is not on edge yet she is not completely relaxed either. To survive alone is to be prepared for any shift in conversation at all times. Her expression remains guarded and rigid, the delicate points to her face making her appear daintier than her attitude puts off. She is by no means unpleasant to look at but she wasn’t here to win his attention. ”Truthfully, I’ve yet to see why I should give you any more of my time, much less my space,” she quips. ”You are far from someone that I could care to share the intimate details of my life with,” her paws begin to maneuver at the end of the sentence so that she is walking away from him and toward the entrance of the tunnel.

His pale marked figure sits out of the corner of her eye and she knows that at this moment she is vulnerable to an attack from behind if he chooses to do so, but she does not fret over the possibility. ”My time is better spent with those who act more and talk less,” her voice is somewhat softer as she insults him, the tones lilting in a caustic manner. One ear flicks back to listen for a final retort as she nears the edge of the cavern.