The shadows moved, and HE was there, the crunch of his hooves in the cold hard ground as they came to her. He could have ignored her, let her rot in her misery, but he was here, with words that torment her rampant soul and his teeth that bring her more pleasure than pain as they travel along her back. She shouldn't like it, the light caress as though she were a naughty pet in need of consoling, but the delicious shiver that follows as the last of his scraping teeth leave her can't be helped. While she may be the very poison he tells her she is, what did that make him?

A deadly sin perhaps? Death walking?

A God with no crown.

She shifts on the snow, the cold bite bringing a shattered breath to the forefront before she lifts her face up to him, brown eyes alight with the fire she had only for him. "Is it too late?," she quips back, the despair she'd acted out in slipping away to hide behind the mask she wore well around him. "Careful Tyr," she lingers on his name, the way it rolls off her tongue as she draws herself up into a proper sitting position, as though she'd figured out she was safer at a lower level of height for the moment; vulnerable.

"Beware the viper at your feet," Dara spears him with a daring look, dark lips reaching out to peel back and snap teeth at his closest leg, not quite grabbing for flesh; yet. She drinks him in when pulling back again, her battle worn male, still as powerful as always so at least he hadn't let himself completely go. "Look at you playing house," she goes on to croon, a wicked grin sliding across her face, "you could have so much, but you don't." She turns her face away, as though he wasn't worth her time when she was the one who'd called to him in the first place, why she was pleading for him on her knees. She wanted to poke and prod him, the beast just under the service she knew. Maybe he'd grab her and actually seal her fate for once.

"A God without nothing".