A Single Flame Upon Clouds

Strong hues would rove over his mate frame, taking in the rich sandstone essence that coloured her fur. Scars adorned her body more so than Ksiezyc for he was man, and large, and held his own in fights. The only permanent damage as was seen upon his face had been inflicted by a foolish yearling maned wolf too stubborn for her own good which he had eventually killed off and fed to his pack. Silently, the charred hulk held his own ground as he stood there like a motionless statue with little activity save for his tail which flicked against his thighs powerfully in subtle display of his power. Brow would raise coolly as he judged her from a detached position whilst salmon tongue would flick out to lick the lingering remains of his meaty lunch. "Maria.." he would speak, deep vocals slithering from his smooth tongue in a dangerously caressing way that drew others to him. Moving forward, the Konge would allow his powerful shoulders to roll along while his muscles rippled beneath his plush pelt, as though to allure the other woman even as he circled her and sized her up. It was all in her face - the dangerous amber line of tension that lay unsettled in the atmosphere and the obvious display of his masculinity juxtaposed against her own femininity. It seemed that she was drawn to it just as many other females were and this was what the man continued to prey on and devour in the dark, untold mysteries of his heart being dangled like a carrot for the other to latch onto and drown in the deep river of sorrow, torture, and confusion.

He would come to a stop by her right side, himself having assessed her from head to toe - from her demeanour to the level of health that she had. Ksiezyc would then continue from their conversation, and coolly address her once more, deep-set gaze never leaving her face. Harass her inside out was what he would do, inspect every nook and cranny of her soul, till she had no where else to turn to but him, the power figure of Vimur. "You look stunning, my love." Still maintaining a rather detached mannerism with a smirk curling up his left profile, Ksiezyc would remain still while waiting to hear her piece. As though he was not done with her, his tail could rise higher and kink at the tips and dip and sway like a snake charmer, tempting her to leak out further answers before the very demon that he was.