She had always been a playful lioness, she teased and flirted, her charisma aided in the amusement she liked to find herself in, @Gauthier arches a brow at her words and from her peripherals it does not go unnoticed, neither does the soft humm he makes, and he draws her attention back to him. The bright ruby pink eyes that peered at her him through thick lashes only flicked to the side once, her attention was for now solely on him.

"If I minded, I wouldn't still be lounging beside you " She stated matter of fact, the lioness repositioned in a way that she could keep her spot but still shake the dampness from her fur, standing up, it was easier to see her beauty, cloaked in peaches, pinks, whites, her fur was a sunrise, her unders cloaked in white, a sun rise over a snowy background. Her body was slender, she was somewhere between curvy and petite, but neither one or the other, it was busy s good mixture of both. Her eyes were the color of pink rubies that brighten and glimmer.

Giving a soft groan, she would lean the front part of her body down, her back arched as she stretched her tense muscles, and maybe have him something to look at too, if that was his thing.

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The logic isn't wasted on him, though pitying nothing for the possibility otherwise. She could have very well left if she pleased, or she could have told him to bother elsewhere - though that may not have gone over so swimmingly. If anything it would have stirred him to amusement, even more than their meeting had already arranged. But it is only light banter that finds them in the moonlight framed by combing seaspray, the gentle tug of comradery and a little more that he may not be so perceptive to.

A solemn creature, he is not left to wanton madness in the throes of intimacy, too engaged by violence, tragedy, torture. Slaughter is his dirge, blood his finest lust, and it is only an opportunity that the lively body should pay its housing.

All this, and she is not Esmeree. There is some small woe in this to be left in the shadow of that disappointment, teased again by that fleeting dream, as if she waited in the bushes giggling with mad malice. By the crawling thought he even looked over his shoulder to the shadows that crowned the outcropping of palms behind them, but naught but greenery and starlight wink back.

"The one I mistook you for," he began, his gaze still wandered that line of bermuda grass and palmetto, as if the ghost will rise. "Wouldn't be so inviting." Mused with a chuckle, his fangs teethed the line of his curved lips, darkness stead in their shallow edges. "Not that I'd deserve it." He did throw her into the ocean and fight her back into it when she came out, despite the fact that he'd offered her valid choices of finding warmth. "There are a lot of those here that don't deserve an invitation." She would do well to be mindful of it.

The spray of the ocean was surprisingly refreshing against her fur, she watched him with a cool gaze, he looks over his shoulder as if expecting the woman she had reminded him of, her head cocks slightly, it was a small bit of movement, subtle but it gave the lioness a cherubic, innocent appearance. The sun had set, and it left the two bathed into the light of the moon, her coat shined by the white light that illuminated the area around them.

The one I mistook you for, wouldn't be so inviting. He finally spoke and she flicked her tail, and before she could answer him on that piece of information he began again, Not that I'd deserve it. There are a lot of those here that don't deserve an invitation. She gave a soft smile, her eyes bright with mischief and there was the hint of a challenge or maybe a taunt, it could be one or the either, "I don't just invite everyone, or anyone.." She admitted, her long eyelashes batting, she gave him a playful smile, "I happen to find myself enjoying your company for the moment." She hummed softly, shifting once against to lie down, the curves of her hips and her slender waist pressed against the stone as the oceans breeze ran through her fur.

@Gauthier

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Unholy water - Sanguine Addiction, those silver bullets a last blood benediction

Not just anyone. Not the next man or woman who strolled the beach for a moonlit tour of the eastern gulf, fouler or finer than he. Not before, not then after, but he some special desirable to owe invitation to. She knew nothing of his inclinations and passions, but welcomed him nonetheless. Perhaps he should have been grateful, certainly many others would have been, but his clenched teeth relented no thanks. A hum instead rode beneath the press of a sigh, his gaze drawn back to constellations that framed the moon, washed by the steady trains of clouds.

She had no reason to assume he was harmful, after all, given that he hadn't taken a sizable chunk from her hip. But he could drag her off to Caladan, waiting for her Devorre friend to seek her out, to see what other cousins had found their way to Amaryllis. They would come crawling out of the woodwork, naturally possessive, and he wouldn't have to commit to a tiresome venture to find them himself.

The plan had few drawbacks and pleasant gains.

He grinned with the thought, the variable consideration, his very veins ignited with promise. "Is it the accent?" he joked, teasing at @Gabrielle's affinity for finding such eager welcome for Devorres, who were never the finest of friends.

Why she found him so interesting was not something she gave much thought about, could it be he was the traitor cousin Adeodatus had spoken about so much, that was a pretty good chance that it was, or was it because she was still hurt by Adeodatus's actions and his betrayal was still a wound left open, one that she wanted to exact revenge on? All good possibilities. She watched as his gaze returned out to the sea, a hum resonating from him, or was it a sigh, she couldn't really figure out whether it was one or the other, so she let the silence settle between them for a moment.

Gabrielle knew nothing of his thoughts, although would she even mind if he did drag her back to Caladan to use as bait for his family? She felt her heart jump a bit and a shiver ran down her spine as she remembered the way his breath had felt against her hip, his jaws only inches, maybe less from her fur and flesh. The lioness let out a soft purr without meaning to, her heart was beating loud now as blood rushed through her veins with a heated vigor.

She watched as he thought to himself, the sunrise tinted lioness cocked her head a bit, wondering just what was going on inside his head, her eyes met his as he began to grin, then he fires back a teasing joke and she laughs, her tail tip flicking and swaying as she lay next to him, spread over the rocks. To her, the Devorres were the finest of the company so far. Her voice is soft, husky, and still edged with a challenge or dares to drip down her fangs and slip over her tongue, begging him almost in subtle ways to take control, fall into the Devorre beast inside of him, "That, or the ruggedly, handsome, rogue look." She threw her tease right back at him, her eyes glinting bright with mischief.

@Gauthier

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That, or the ruggedly, handsome, rogue look. He hummed to muse the notion with the tilt of his head, grin meandering its way to the crimped corners of his scarred lips. Starlight pulled its glint across the wells of his eyes, their gaze cast over the pocked rocks that bedded the turbulent ocean.

"I was told that... scars on the face were..." the possession of his voice trailed off as he watched a peculiar creature scuttle out from beneath the rock she lounged on, its ghostly pale limbs a flutter in the moonlit dark, speed shirked across the sands.

Without an excusal he followed its shimmy across the rocky face, the glow of its body stood out from the obsidian tangle of volcanic stone. It rushed from one peak to another, plucking brine and pilfering the littered pockets of the ebonite crags, freezing when Gauthier moved all too suddenly.

"Ugly..." he finished at last, leaning in to watch as the crab picked at a smaller fellow in a hole. As his shadow leaned over it, it paused, the smaller form retreating deeper into the pit as sand filled in the void. It is too late for its larger foe. Too consumed by its curiosity, too involved in its wonder, Gauthier's paw swiped over its form just as it popped to its feet -- and slammed down on its shell with a sickening crush.

When he pulled his palm back, the warped shell of the thing twitched, a few of its digits jut with the reentry of light. He looked back to @Gabrielle, draped across her boulder, with the sharp spread of a vicious smile. "Not that I've minded."

He began speaking and paused, his attention drawn from her to a skittering creature a bit away from them, she watched with an intense stare, fixated upon the male, as the crab got closer, she stood, moving closer to the Devorre male, and just as he slammed his paw down onto the crustacean, her fur brushed against his. She was by this point, used to violence, she was now by marriage, a Devorre, so when he spoke again after killing the creature, she looked up to him.

His grin is malicious, sinister, but she doesn't back away, from him or the twitching body of the animal as its nerves fire off in the last of its death throws, "Who is they? I don't find them ugly, not that it matters what I think." She shrugged, her voice soft like silver bells, again, maybe she was not the best judge of character, her naivety often caused her to just accept others for how they were. And she found him interesting, she needed to know him more.

@Gauthier

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Unholy water - Sanguine Addiction, those silver bullets a last blood benediction

Who is they? The fellow vagrants along the way, if by word or by expression, passing lonely over the horror that had been his fresh wounds. The meat that had hung by the hinge of his jaws, the blood that had bathed him head to toe, the madness that swelled and furied in his eyes like a yet growing storm. It had since grown up the sharp jut of his cheekbone, had been punctured to reveal the gleam of a few backteeth.

"Inconsequential." he shrugged. He'd preferred it to keep others away, not draw them in. A part of him had even cringed away from the insinuation that it was anything but ugly, horrific. Maybe he would even change it, the next fine maiming frenzy he found himself in. Take a few good ones to the chin.

He prodded the crab with a nail before hooking it in, pulling its shell back with the roll of his careful digits. It writhed a last time, the massive claw clicking gently. "What's the name of your Devorre friend, by the way?" he asked @Gabrielle innocently, his eyes roaming the crustacean's delicate innards. The prospect of stealing away hadn't been thrown entirely out the window. His family were a proud type. They would certainly come looking for her.

Gabrielle watched the emotions in his gaze, her tail flicking lazily, the scarred wound was something she chose not to pay attention to, the peeking of teeth through cheek would have made her sick when she first came here, now though, she was tougher, not as weak. She flexes her claws and peers back out into the empty darkness of the water, how much time had passed? How long before she must return home?

He plucks the crustaceans shell away, she hears the last clicking of it's claw, but she isn't drawn to look, what does draw her attention is the far too innocent voice asking her about her friend, she side eyes him, body alert. "I have a few. I tend to draw them in like magnets." She of course did not mention her children, or the ones she met in passing.

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