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Keen eyes stayed locked on the form of the dark woman before him. Every movement she made seemed to draw his attention further into her dance. It was a death dance she was stepping to, he could feel that in her gaze. But wasn’t every day a death dance to those who knew the tunes?
The male splayed his legs, his muscles tightening under his skin. It was only a senseless creature who would let this shift in their interaction go unanswered. However, it was not until her call echoed through the rocky surrounding that Aranck tightened and bared his teeth to answer her threat. Dark slate and silver tail raised slightly to silently answer her challenge and he leaned forward just so. Attentive and alert. He was excited by this change of pace. It was a thrill of a hunt, and the curiosity of finding himself a possible victim. It was a twist that was wholly unexpected, but the thrill not entirely unpleasant. A test of nature and a challenge he had dearly longed for.
Another woman coiled from the mists around them. Dark form to add to that of the other woman. Aranck’s lips peeled back in a fang laden smile. This was becoming more interesting by the moment. The new woman issued a question, and Aranck chuckled, his tongue once more licking his lips.
Not remotely. At least not by foot. He could not best two. There is no challenge in this game. May I propose another? A season’s time I have to pay you a pound of flesh, if you find and catch me to collect my debt. A race for more thrilling and fair. A more suitable test of skills than a prey already caught. He looked over them both. They were not mindless, nor starved. They were looking for fun, for a test, for a game. Games he could play.
ARANCK
....far far from the sky. |