Finally, she was close enough to see - Finally, the acidic wickedness of his gaze could caress the outline of woman and beast. Woman she was, verily; Curvaceous, a daughter of whatever perfect specimen had been the first, and greatest, female figure. Dark lashes fluttered at him, framing such beautiful bicolored eyes... Her palomino drew to a halt, a safe distance from where the dark hunter perched on his boulder throne. Luminous, predatorial eyes watched her with the hunger of a famished man, neatly concealed behind the facade of a perfect gentleman. That was how Sirius was, perhaps how he had always been - The beast hidden behind the Cheshire grin.
Yellowed teeth glinted at her in such a welcoming smile, now, as fake as the one she offered him in return.
She spoke then, soft melting words and tune so syrupy that it surely caught many fools in its web. Sirius' pupils narrowed. Although he was not in any way unaffected, the monarch knew instantly that he was dealing with a serpent-tongue - It took one to know one. How curious, his smile broadened briefly, a crocodile grin if ever there was one, how very curious... A deep rumbling echoed through his chest, and spilled out of toothy maw in dark caramel laughter. Like a purr, the monarch let his mirth ooze forth, dark lids lowering to half-mast over eyes of poison and venom. "A place much crueler than the one you were made in, dear lady," Came the words from his serpentine tongue. Moving slowly, so as not to alarm her, the King of Thorns dipped his head in polite greeting, before straightening so that hungry eyes could observe her once more. The bottle of wine in his hand sloshed, opposingly merry to the man who took a quick swig from it.
Aware of his own riddled answer, the Revlis man paused a moment before answering again. "You've come north to the mountains of Halycon, to the slumbering den of winter, and to her people within. What, pray tell me, brings a maiden like yourself to such a place?" The wind toyed with her hair, in such an alluring way that made him want to touch it with his own fingers. Her beauty was what saved her from immediate danger - Although not a hasty man, there was a cruel streak that grew within Sirius with very passing day. Her horse made her valuable; Would that he wished it, he may have tried to take her as a slave. However, her appearance dictated something greater, and so he made no move to reach for her yet.
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