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Cwmfen saw that empty smile as she approached, and a fierce one of her own flashed across her face. But her lips did not part to reveal the strong teeth behind them. And soon that smile was gone, as quickly as it had come. The white orbs sought his eyes, and she thought them beautiful—as if the colour of the wild sea had been tamed there, and they seemed to shimmer in the moonlight as if a soft breath had shuddered across its surface. But the sea was indeed wild, and its waters treacherous. The sea would easily break one against the rocky shores, or pull one deep into its dark embrace. The sea was hungry, and it was ruled by no one. The female took note of such connotations, and yet, she found herself willing to brave the waters that seemed so still now. But how long would it be before that eternally beating life was released? She wondered if she would be able to resist that force.
Her own eyes were dim in the darkness, though they shone visibly for their whiteness. They flickered with intrigue at his simple response. And what do you see? The warrior asked silently. She thought, then, that she could feel the hunger of his eyes’ waters, more so than before. Her hackles bristled slightly, and yet it was not with hostility. That darkness in his voice intrigued her, perhaps more so than anything else. The woad-marked female knew not why she was so drawn to such a darkness, but she found something there that she could not help but revel in. It was like a strange, black stone. She wanted to hold it in her hands, to feel its smooth, cold surface and feel the weight of it in her palm. She wanted to become it, to crush it in her jaws. It was a curious thing, the darkness, and her curiosity desired to be sated. It was a hunger of her own. And so she smiled softly, an enigmatic smile that invited much more.
As the male continued, the female laughed quietly—inaudibly—a rich sound. "Such dangerous words," the female remarked, almost to herself. Then, with more volume, "Perhaps it is safer to completely lose oneself before finding oneself once more." She did not directly answer his inquiry—or perhaps her quiet laugh had been her reply, a knowing sound, a troubling sound. Now the alto melody rang quietly with silver tones, and her voice held the same inviting quality as her smile. And yet, as she stood there, her challenge was withheld, as if it were some test he must pass. And once he passed—she did not know. Did this even matter, this change encounter? She knew that she did not believe in mere coincidence, in chance, but did he?
The female shifted her weight, placing her hand on the higher hip. The black tail flickered dangerously behind her, but her curiosity peeked quietly from behind her fierce exterior. Who was he? What did he want? These hostile questions were questions of curiosity too, and they desired to be sated. She flicked her head, forcing her hair to become orderly. Even such a curt movement was graceful. Her eyes never left the other as the smile left her maw.
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Cwmfen saw that empty smile as she approached, and a fierce one of her own flashed across her face. But her lips did not part to reveal the strong teeth behind them. And soon that smile was gone, as quickly as it had come. The white orbs sought his eyes, and she thought them beautiful—as if the colour of the wild sea had been tamed there, and they seemed to shimmer in the moonlight as if a soft breath had shuddered across its surface. But the sea was indeed wild, and its waters treacherous. The sea would easily break one against the rocky shores, or pull one deep into its dark embrace. The sea was hungry, and it was ruled by no one. The female took note of such connotations, and yet, she found herself willing to brave the waters that seemed so still now. But how long would it be before that eternally beating life was released? She wondered if she would be able to resist that force.
Her own eyes were dim in the darkness, though they shone visibly for their whiteness. They flickered with intrigue at his simple response. And what do you see? The warrior asked silently. She thought, then, that she could feel the hunger of his eyes’ waters, more so than before. Her hackles bristled slightly, and yet it was not with hostility. That darkness in his voice intrigued her, perhaps more so than anything else. The woad-marked female knew not why she was so drawn to such a darkness, but she found something there that she could not help but revel in. It was like a strange, black stone. She wanted to hold it in her hands, to feel its smooth, cold surface and feel the weight of it in her palm. She wanted to become it, to crush it in her jaws. It was a curious thing, the darkness, and her curiosity desired to be sated. It was a hunger of her own. And so she smiled softly, an enigmatic smile that invited much more.
As the male continued, the female laughed quietly—inaudibly—a rich sound. "Such dangerous words," the female remarked, almost to herself. Then, with more volume, "Perhaps it is safer to completely lose oneself before finding oneself once more." She did not directly answer his inquiry—or perhaps her quiet laugh had been her reply, a knowing sound, a troubling sound. Now the alto melody rang quietly with silver tones, and her voice held the same inviting quality as her smile. And yet, as she stood there, her challenge was withheld, as if it were some test he must pass. And once he passed—she did not know. Did this even matter, this change encounter? She knew that she did not believe in mere coincidence, in chance, but did he?
The female shifted her weight, placing her hand on the higher hip. The black tail flickered dangerously behind her, but her curiosity peeked quietly from behind her fierce exterior. Who was he? What did he want? These hostile questions were questions of curiosity too, and they desired to be sated. She flicked her head, forcing her hair to become orderly. Even such a curt movement was graceful. Her eyes never left the other as the smile left her maw.