away from the pack

His tall body was rather handsome, and his face was very striking. Red and grey seemed to go just as well on his black and white. And as she stood there with her own personal silence, the Donna caught herself being slightly impressed with the animal that hovered before her. "Seems like you are a lady's man after all." Her foreign words were rather straight to the point, lacking the mysterious wisdom she had in her previous words. But Nero did not care, for she knew only the foolish were so quick to place her with a label. She knew quite well that since the stranger's back was facing her that technically he was at a much more vulnerable state than she but he had the Vilkas scent printed among his coat makeing him one of ours, a wepon to be used in battles. Instead of attacking she took a few daring steps forth until she was next to him, a coy smile curved her pointy snout as she shook her head. "Those two will fight for you at some point. It will be amusing." The woman began to tease in a darken manner. She had no intentions to reaveal her name until the beast wouldn't reavel his, you could call it a exchange if you must but she preffer to stay in the shadows for now.

She was a demoness, a lost soul of sheer ire, bathed in the boiling fires of hell itself, brought back by demons from her penitence, if only to torture those that had dared put her in such misery. But oh, little did this beast know about the morbidities she would unleash within the very insides of the untamed siren, her pulsating entrails a maelstrom of desires, of cravings and demands. Such glacial mask she had always wore, and so weary she had come to be like a flaming sensation the beast should have felt to be in her presence, the siren could not help but to feel some sort of relief her mind, a frenzied spiral of sheer entertainment as she heard the beast words. It was a game, a game either of them seemed willing to play - despite the circumstances-, and at such notion the femme would tense, her muscles of grey and black electric beneath the lush pelt of charcoals and ivories, her orbs glimmering within their wide sockets, staring into his very soul as she would release her words, "You see, my darling, I have pride. And I consider fighting over a male it's useless. And besides... I would chew the too of them and then spit them out in a second." the words were spit like venom from the bite of a snake, and it was then, than amusement would come to hit her sides yet once again, her breast heaving in the loud chant of a shortened laugh, as her banner would slither behind the darkened form of her bodice. "Oh, but I would be delighted to feel the psyquical pain," the salmon tip of her tongue would be released, if only to caress the snowy sculpture of her canines, as her pools of Caribben would find themselves trapped, yet once again, within the form of the broken mandible, it's sight, so gored, and yet so precious, so intriguing. "Im a monster. Don't you agree.?" so much confidence, such lack of morality, of mannerism and all that was accepted, if only to quench the curiosity that broken flesh would come to awake within her. yet once again her heated words would come to clash against his auds. Her twin form flicking, as they would find release upon her crown yet once again. A monster, this femme had called herself, and a quick nod of her vicious façade would make her skull shift upon her gullet.

"Nero."Such ambrosial voice became hers as it merged with the starred skies, her tones soft, and silken, as they flew free from the ebony lips of the dove. And yet oh so abruptly would they be murdered, so shamelessly gored by the boiling presence of this handsome beast whose intentions screamed something far from attacking this femme. Rolling beneath closed eyelids her orbs would become frost, as thickened lashes would release their glory, her skull, so inevitably romanced by the rolling resounds of his gullet as it turned to face the bi-colored bright blue optics of such beast. "Where I come form a name it's not of so grand importance nor it's asked, but yet, I would like to who Im speaking with, my dear, dear, warrior." what once had been an chant worthy of angels would turn dim, and stark, as with each word pronounced in such exoticism would slide the emerging resound of her rumbling gullet. Parsimonious in her moves yet elastic was her spine as her paws gracefully abandoned the ground for her form to seem like it's flowing, her digits, so silently clawing the soil beneath, as her tail was lifted and lips lightly peeled. "Would you like to keep me company for awhile.?" her words could become the guide -or executioner- of her clemency, after all.