[/html]As he stood there, he began to notice the way the caverns amplified the sounds around him; there was a distinct shuffling sound from within Kaena's quarters, as if someone was busying themselves with work or what not, but there was no sign of the older woman. It took little effort to realize it was likely Vieira, doing her civic duty. Hah, there was a lot more she could be useful for than meager chores, but Sabin chose not to currently dwell on that train of thought. Instead he was preoccupied with setting up a beautiful scene, one which Little Red Riding Hood encounters the handsome wolf, or coyote, in this situation. He could almost feel the soft fur on her face twist under his paws as her expression changed from mute neutrality, to horror; oh the things they had seen, and learned, within each other! His father had been a fool to use her for the simple, primal pleasures. She was an instrument, a learning tool; a living example of so many harsh experiments. And yet, she remained whole; the edges were chipped a little, and there were worn spots on the exterior, but she was utterly intact.
And here it was, the grand finale.
His venomous eyes burned into her own as she rounded the corner, and her mouth contorted into a flawless circle as she spotted him. The rocks in her arms clattered to the floor, instantly forgotten in the wake of his appearance. He lifted his arm above his head, and leaned both him and it against it, "Vieira, my dear, you look pale." He murmured as he relaxed against the rock wall, "Really now, it is unbecoming of you." His tail swung side to side, utterly controlled, but acting like a lazy pendulum. A wickedness rose in him, born on wings of desire. It was that same pool of black pitch that consumed him like the tides, bubbling up from his stomach to chip away at his heart. It beat steadily against his ribs, playing a decadent tune.
He swept forward, reaching out to place a hand against her face. "I trust Kaena feeds you? Or perhaps she is different than the rest?" He inquired distantly, pressing closer still to the terrified girl. However much he wanted to take her then, he held himself in check; he did not want to win just yet, because the game still had to be played! Sabin crooned a wordless note, lips parting to brush against her ear with the softest of touches.
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