Mercier's bright eyes would narrow, his face twisting as he kept getting closer to the humans. They reeked. He was born an raised within the compound, but within the year he had been an escapee he had gotten use to the fresh air. He would near the edge of the water when he caught the sight of another Rylarian, a dark pelted thing. He only knew the fae was a female because of her horns because he hadn't willed his sniffer to work. It was irreparably damaged by the bull's ring that obstructed his nasal ways. A toothy little smirk would dance on his ebony lips as he pranced towards the edge of the water. His bright green eyes examining the ebony femme across the water; however, he would allow this tamed to call him out instead of vice versa.
Xeira's amaranth vaults remained impassively masted as her gaze took her from the rushing liquid before her. Her temper having been momentarily peaked at the prison, resulting in her desperate self release that had placed her by the river side. She knew all to well her need to remain calm. Emanating a tristeful sigh, Her flares vellicated as a essence struck her. Brows narrowed as she did not recognize its owner n but was well acquainted with the difference of wilds and tames. Lifting her visage her sight was alerted to a male. Easily identified by the height and horns bestowed to him. Blinking owlishly, a wave of nostalgia succumbed in the back of her scape, for why n she wasn't sure. Stretching her libres, she warbled softly in greeting. "Salue, Knight of the Night".
When he had drawn closer to the body across the way he was struck with a familiar feeling. His eyes displayed a slight daze within them, but quickly cleared when his bright eyes met those of a glowing pink. He recognized those eyes, not the fae but the eyes. They belonged to a tiny hatchling who he so remembered cowering in fear as she gazed upon two brutes fighting for their lives. Fighting for the humans' entertainment. He'd been close enough to watch the way she reacted, the eyes of innocence struck by brutal reality. He hadn't been fighting however, he had been holed up near by hidden in a darkened cage his line pigmented orbs stark against the dark shadows. Could this be that small thing he had observed while still in captivity? Here in the darkened landscape, moonlight would glide across the water illuminating his and the fae's features. Ah, yes. She had the typical femme features. About three quarters of his height, with a thin body that was teaming with enticing sleek muscles. He would visibly shiver violently, Mercier was not used to thinking in such ways. Yet he didn't know this fae, and he probably never would so why not? However she was intriguing, so maybe he'd show up here and there. His ears would perk up in a comical way, the way if one was so observant would connect with the look of his unknown son. As her voice would reach across to him, he wanted to compare it to the touch of a soft flower petal. It was strong, but it held that delicate feeling. Although what she said caused him to chuckle ruefully. He liked that title. He wished to keep it. Mercier's mouth would part revealing his ebony tongue and gums as he spoke. "Ah, greetings my little Jasmine." It was an endearing term that surprised him more than it must have surprised her. He used the title of the flower that bloomed under the moonlight and smelled so sweetly it could knock someone senseless lest they took it in gradually.
As her visage remained upon her wild companion, they slowly became locked upon his own. Emeralds of the highest opulence was her greeting, with the alludence to a forbidden cove of treasures of the highest caliber. Her vaults illusioned to glowing with remembrance as the ghosting essence of blood and fear, taunted her sanity in her recollection of a battle. One that had been burrowed within her conscious in the forsaken attempt to stabilize herself. As she had been but a hatching with the risible conclusion all was just and fair in the world. The first fruits of bitterness having tainted her scape, And it had only led on in her mourning's. Mourning's for two souls that could never be returned to her. As her recollection cascaded upon her, she felt the murked embodiment's of confusion, anger, and yet deep comfort settling harmoniously upon her. Her ebonic tapestry trembling subtly as she couldn't help but feel drawn to the illustration painted before her. He was tall, as most males were. Yet he held a stature of one who had won reverence with deeds of survival alone. Her dial shifted unconsciously in a shadows dip. Libres stretched lightly in both cognizance and sereneness to a smile. His dialect captured by her orilles as a tenured sympathy with words of song. She couldn't help but find them both alluring and surprising. As she had never been bestowed such a name. Jasmine, a creation she treasured when meeting. Her lids widened at the surprised realization of the compliment it brought. Another shiver taunted her frame as she graced him with a smile. "An endearance of quality I am unworthy of. .sir... " She hummed gently in a humbled manner. Her scape then returning one more to her memories of ancient, causing a lone brow to furrow lightly unconsciously. "Dear Knight.. Fate has seemed to brought our meeting once more, has it not? For one can not but behold and remember your early jewels in one lifetime... they beckon time itself to pause and rewind.." She questioned descriptively.
The masculine would allow himself to indulge upon the appearance of the fae, just as she was permitting herself to do the same. Bright eyes drew across the muscle that stretched across this femme's bones in such a subtle manner that he could compare her features to silk. Lifting his eyes to the said fae's lips would cause him to notice a slight smile; however, his gaze would not linger on her maw for more than a millisecond when those eyes were so much more interesting. Those shining amaranth orbs of hers would widen as his voice would register with her. The brute's smile would return once more as he saw the femme quiver and smile. "Mistress, you are worth every ounce of the title. I could call you much, much more, but only at your will," Merc would purr towards the fae. His weight would alter between feet as he paced along the shore like a more primitive species might do if watching taunting prey. The femme's voice would caress his large ears with a description so awe inspiring that he began to look even more like a predator from across the way. His 'earthly jewels' sparkling with their own mischief and allure as the narrowed at the ebony Rylarian still assessing her. "The Jasmine is correct about one thing, we've observed each other so long ago. Alas, you Mistress are describing your own delicate irises..." Mercier's tail would whip back taking place of his pacing as he stopped and pivoted towards her onyx embodiment, seeking to watch this fae's reaction.
A brow tilted inquisitively as the ghosting heat of a maidens blush tempted to decorate her dial at his words. Tassle vellicating as her glowing vaults trailed his pacing form. Her embodiment screaming curiosity and assurance as her questioned was elegantly confirmed. She felt another recognition tampering her attention as she illusioned his stance to the predator their species often told. His words brought a coyful simper to grace her libres artfully. She considered indulging in this rare experience, despite the consequences it performed last time. Orrilles slanted in gentle attention at the brutes words. "Beware dear Knight what may Befall of your Words. Allowance has been graced, but does thee wish following fates crusade?" Xeira called softly. Her tone taking a coyful banter as she again shifted her gaze to his jewels. For they indeed beckoned to entrance her at each greeting. Frame altering as her pads drew her along the bank. The moon's shy illuminance caressing their features. A brief flash of metal drawing her gaze for a breath as she saw his ring and chains. Only a fellow of former to current times was cursed to such trinkets. Her own a heavy reminder of their burden. From choking chains along her crest, to the perforates along her auds. Her ribbon danced briefly along pearly fangs as she awaited a recall. The faint contortment of accomplishment still within her for knowing they had meet before.
His large dark drown tipped ears would lay back flat against his thick neck as her pleasurable response greeted him. "Shall I call you the Onyx Angel of my intricate dreams? Gracing my toxic mind and" he paused as he chuckled coyfully "my earthy jewels, with such lovely presence, just as thou once did? Oh, how rueful, those bright orbs ripped of there innocence such a time ago. Tell me my Mistress, does it bother you more what I once was or what I am now?" He would be tempted to challenge her interest, and so he did. His fore paws would fall into the water with such intent that he nearly launched himself forward into the waver surface. He was extremely fond of the water and would normally start paddling around like an over grown puppy; however, his intent was ill and filled with temptation from the fae across the water.
"One shall ballad a new song of titles for you, much as a Siren beckons the Sailor. Relish the pondrance of stories if they follow to live or to die.. But does thy's fear of hypocrisies prophetess bring such an inquire? " she hummed teasingly coyful. Before her lids narrowed unexplainablly. "For you, my Dark Prince, have played Fates hand as myself so Wishes. The Prisoner of Demons I yet remain. Yet your past has serenaded this Fallen Angel to see deeds of past to as the strengths for ones future. For you, I am not the Prophetess." She warbled elegantly. Ceon tinted auds perched attentively along her crown as her vaults followed . His actions. Her ribbon dancing once more intricately as she pondered his own interest. Recallence re-burdened upon her as she recalled the season for such romantic fondness was either passing or passed. The determined reason for the past brutes attempted flatteries. What reason would another perform such songs? "Tell me Knight of the Night, for what would draw thee to such a course at this Nights Passing. Among-st the Stark Sentries of their Woodland Charges? " she sang softly. Her ebony limbs caressing the lapping waters teasingly. The moon's glory flashing momentarily on the assortment of chain latches that each one adorned. Before her pads drew her a but away in a gentle taunt if she were to stay or go.
Only the smile of Satan would leak across his face as the far would compare him to an evil mythological thing in such a coy voice. The faes of his tribe were not quite as interesting as his Onyx Angel. Oh, so rueful! to call her such as she doesn't even know her own interest. She wouldn't know, but his personality had shifted; he was open and never quite romantic with the tribe. With the tamed? He was a Casanova of sorts, it was not breeding season, but he would show interest in faes before. Why, why else would his unknown son have acted so formal around his mate, because he had plans. Mercier was once extremely brutish and rude, he would always get what he wanted from the other Rylarians one way or the other. However, Merc was not who he once was. He could act like so, but could not act upon such idioticness. Alas, watching the femme's eyes narrow her velvety voice would catch his ears once more making him quiver once more. "Oh Arcane Mistress, how I wish to draw to away with me. To allow you the freedom of which I have lived within this year and a half, it is rueful that it seems I cannot," his eyes would mock sadness, but they would capture rueful happiness. This fae he didn't know, this fae well... It seemed like a good thing she had not joined the mess that has become of his tribe. "Alas, my Cryptic Jasmine, I have come across thee in hopes of finding evidence of a lost little hatchling. You see love, I do not wish for my family, my tribe, to suffer the loss of such a young fae. However, it does not look like I'll be able to help her out, or even get close enough to see if she is still alive and well." He chuckled regrettably as he waded further into the water, far enough for the water to just barely caress his broad chest. " Then again, since I am so certain I cannot gain access to the little miss, I came to examine the way the moonlight and shadows flirt with each other against the water fall." He paused before his voice would come out a much deeper, sort of singing voice "They cannot be one without the other. The poor things cannot be together however. Even if they yearn so for each other. They are forced to flit around together. Never once touching, not in forever." The tall chocolate masculine who was decorated by a bright, almost glowing in this light green accompanied by a dark brown would be surprised by himself as such a poem flew from his mind like that. He even attempted to connect his Fallen Angel and himself to the moonlight and the shadows. He could not however, simply because he could touch this girl. He could earn her trust, and even become quite familiar with this femme. The brute doubted such though, her hesitance laced his mind with this toxic thought.
Coltishly simpering, the ebonic dame drew her limbs inveigly between the teasing waters Line, and the brute. "For fear my Sinful Poet, if your cajolery may entice this Nefarious Maiden" she sung. Amaranth vaults lidded in a coquettish fashion, as her auds peaked toward his response. Despite this sinful thrill of a Colloqoy, she had indeed never quite indulged in one such as this. She did not simply trust every passing soul. As one always had a alternative motive, in her opinion. Even herself was never to exclude. If one did not pay their fare with fate, they often were brought the onslaught of Lady Karma. Whom she herself credited for misfortune at times. Her vaults trailing to his form before settlence was place on his glowing orbs. Watching the contorted message they offered. Ruefully emanating a gentle huff of mirth, she shook her crown lightly. "Aye my Wicked Paladin, I cannot abandoned the Minions to the Demons Hellfire Alone. For guidance is spare in the labyrinths of Hell." she responded thoughtfully. Inquisitiveness muttering omens in her emotions at the mention of a hatchling. "Pray tell, there is no recallence of one so young within the Demons Key Borders." she mentioned in concern. It brought an uneasy notion within her at the mention of a lost young one. She may be many a things, but she was forever a motherly soul for the young. Despite her brief encounters with Crystal appearing to fail in terms of her warnings. Yet she was indeed unable to physically remove her from that harm due to her solitary confinement with intricate locks that took a inevitable mass of time to decrypt. Only to be released when her wardens deemed her 'safer'. Unconsciously uttering a low hiss, her brows then furrowed at his illustration of the scenery. Xeira tilted her dial to offer her attention to it, and indeed found the moons shy radiance indeed elegantly in rebellic harmony with the shadows. He was deceptive, and yet she was finding this interaction thrilling.
He would listen to the fae without responding he would simply stand in a vat of silence. His bright orbs staring into her own amaranth irises which seemed to be glowing. Taking in all of her information he would soon understand that there was a reason for such confidence in the femme's stance. She was the Alpha. He was playing a dangerous game, more dangerous than before. However, it had all the more thrill. "Oh? So I have the honor of being interesting to such a leader." His voice would turn dark and brooding, but very coquettish. His ears would droop at the fae's information, he had just been told that another rylarian had followed her cries. Was this fae lying, or was it Thrak that had lied? It must be this fae. Either way he will investigate it further at another time. Right now, he was interested in romanticizing this fae. "Alas, would the leader of the Fallen Angels join me fore a midnight swim?" His lime eyes would dance with mischief as he waded far enough into the water to begin paddling around. Mercier would love to know this flirty fae's name, but it was best neither of them knew the others name. Either way if would be bad for Mer. However, he wished to relay his name to this fae anyways. Incase it was to reach someone from his past, perhaps a past mate? No. Most of his attempts yielded no hatchlings, only one that he knew of held a true clutch. That fae had died a few months after an egg had hatched. He had seen the sand colored thing crawl out from the egg briefly being dragged by the tent before he was thrown into a cage. A few months after he had escaped, this unknown kin was a tad older tan the fae before him... Had this thing survived? He shall tell this fae he name when he departed, only if the Onyx Mistress was to never tell another wild rylarian of his presence here.
Emanating a thoughtful sigh, she added "I must make Admittance of Hypocrisy in my words. For in claims of offering guidance, I have been drawn from thy's Prison for many a days. I am therefore unworthy to presume thee's young charge followed another down Hell's Halls as of recent" she spoke softly. The nearly invisible lingerance of genuine worry trailing her last words. Tassle caressing her flank softly absentmindedly, before an aristocratic brow then arose in contemplation at his 'request'. The simper ghosting her libres borders now as she pondered with following through. He was perceptive, she would acknowledge mentally. Her faults trailing his wetted tapestry as the mons brilliance briefly flickered from him. With it, the darkened highlights bestowed him called softly in the crevices of her scape a memory of familiarity. Not one of a bloodied haze, but of a recent time. Her considerance would need to be tampered open at another time as she settled for the present. "My Sinful Knight, you yet still dance with Immoral Flames?" she questioned rhetorically. Libres gently nudged up to offer the ghosting signs of pearly fangs in mirth. "Such Wicked Valor shan't be Unrewarded" she hissed coyly. Before drawing her silken frame slowly into the blacken pigmented abyss. Amaranth orbs masted lightly.
The brute would snort darkly at the fae who so provided such false information, he couldn't be terribly irritated because she had corrected her mistake. "All is well. Corrections had been made. No misdeed done." The 'Knight of The Night' would be quick in response to that, not wanted to soil the mood entirely. "A knight shall do anything for his Dark Mistress, lest he contract Karma's wrath." He replied to her question which required absolutely no answering. His ears would perk up and lay against his neck with her hiss. Oh-ho, he shall not anger this fae so soon. Mercier's long silky hair would stick out around his body, floating as he they had their own mind as he paddled along closer to the waterfall. His mind would reel slightly from the sight of her fangs, he wasn't so scared of the fae because he had his own sense of venom. Cottonmouth. It ran strong through his blood, it's powerful venom awaiting usage, the water-moccasins' love for water transferred into him. "My Elegant Black Jasmine, shall I have pleasured thou enough to request a name? Or shall I refer to you with the endearments I have bestowed upon thee?" A deep rumble would course through him, reverberating from his maw as he turned his head to glance upon those glowing orbs of hers.
Xeira hummed lightly at the sensation of being emmersed in the water. Tassle trailing like a Water python as she pressed her limbs forward in a gentle swimming motion. The cool ink lapping against her tapestry as a short purr furthered form her maw. No, she knew well enough the Ophidian Serpents she comprised of were not a water ones. However, the Water Monitor within her thrived at the new environment. She slowly made her way a bit closer, yet still not directly beside the male as she accustomed to the sensation. A lone aud merged along her crown as she pondered offering her true name to this Knight. Would he offer his own in return? There was a lone way to discover it. "My wicked paladin, you seek many a prizes" she hummed in coyful mirth. Before adding softly "...Xeira...". Masted lids lingering toward his distant frame as she continued a gentle harmonic dance from underwater. "Would thy Dark Prince reward in Kind? Or must this Sinful Soul remain with but the elegance of Titles?" she questioned in kind. Dipping her crest forward and under briefly, subsequently disappearing from vision as she waded from under. Only to again reappear once more, glistening droplets cascading in crescendo from her ashen spikes.
The masculine would draw closer to the Jasmine as she seemed extremely unfamiliar with the feeling of water. A dark chuckle would rumble from his chest as he attempted to move even closer to the fae. The black abyss blow enveloped his while body, except that of his head and neck... plus the occasion paw slapping the water. His lime pigmented orbs would examine the fae cautiously drawing closer to his own darkened form. His ears would perk up as he heard her name hit his sensitive ears. "Thou hast the loveliest and most exotic name, Xeira." Mercier would say her name a few times as if tasting it, making sure it was of good quality. He watched her blue tinged pelt exit from the world above and sink below the water's surface, even if she was not of watery decent she still looked graceful within it. When she surfaced his eyes would become hooded with lust, examining how the femme moved about the onyx liquid. "Oh Onyx Angel, you shall only learn my name if you never mention it to another Wild. To do so, you would only cause my death. If you wish ill intent, I shall not bestow my birth title upon you. Besides, I do quite like 'Knight of The Night,' it contains a ring of great quality." He would purr towards the fae as he drew closer. If it would be breeding season how brutish he would act towards the fae. She caused a very unnatural... but natural lust deep within the chocolate masculine. Mercier wouldn't be able to control himself if this... Xeira was around him while leaking that pheromone which causes rude things to happen. Watching her lovely form disappear beneath the water again would only make him move his paws quickly incase she decided to bite at them under the water, although he doubted she would he had to be sure. "How rueful it is that upon our first meeting, even without knowing your name or personality that I could lust for you so? Toxic. That is what you are, but how I do wish you could be mine! Ah? But what will these words bring? Does thou now have a death wish for this Knight? Or will thy Mistress Xeira possibly return these feelings with such a level to match mine." The words would slip out slow and smooth. Oh so agonizingly slow they would pierce the air above the water trying to reach this femme's ears. This was so strong a feeling, it shouldn't have happened. If they were humans this lust for her, and her lust for him would cause Deja Vu; Romeo and Juliet, that was the tragic story one might compare this too. How rueful, just hope they don't die because of their awful lusting for one another...
The Alpha murmured a low tune of unknown emotion. Her vaults catching his slowly approaching form with an alluring attention. Watching as his form was merged with the seductive ink they occupied as her auds captured his tenured song. "May Retribution be my Companion if this Maiden were to Squander such a Gift. The Lady shan't unveil her Knights Titles, even amongst the Halls off Hell and the Songs of Heaven, my Dark Prince." she warbled in allurance tunes. Her orbs casted now with the passionate sentiment. Her ribbon briefly teasing the onyx liquid, as if drawing a taste, before redrawing behind simpering libres. She was aware of the emotion frothing in beckon from his jewels, and with it she couldn't help but feel a similar overwhelmence poison her. It was enough to create a pondering if this emotion shall be placed with her safer persona, or within the crypt that had become a Demonic one. She would presume for now that she could continue to taunt their rising lust. Since she had yet to cause him bodily harm, unlike the last poor souls attempt. With a hooded gaze she sung "My Seductive Serpent, may the Stars Above witness the Sweet Seduction that lies Before Us." The words formed like a sinful melody upon the play. Dipping below once more, she carefully drew herself astride beside him. Her tassel gentle dragging across his crest harmlessly, before diving under again to appear on his other side. Orbs glowing with similar lust and mischief of her touch.
As that silken voice would reach his enormous ears they would stand up, but they would dart back for their spot against his neck. He, not wanting the evil liquid to seep into his ears, would hiss with discomfort as droplets fell into them. Pushing his squandering aside he would purr as the far would call him hers. Before responding his eyes would follow Xeira's tail through life's necessity, transferring his gaze to the dark liquid he would watch the ripples caused by her extremity. Would this become his life if he tried to tie down this simpering femme? He couldn't, but he would sure as hell try. "The words falling from my Mistress's maw hath convinced me to share such a name. Mm," he would pause for a second "however I will only relay it to you when I leave." He chuckled ruefully. She would have the laugh now as his breath caught as she drew his tail across his crest. Mercier's glowing eyes would widen with alarm as she dove beneath him, however his orbs turned to a slight scowl as she resurfaced. Gazing into her orbs the look in her eyes formed his own into the same emotion. Purring towards Xeira his nose would attempt to push gently into her cheek, her being this close was to tempting for him not to touch her. Thinking better of any further action he could take he would move away from the female, but only separating them by three feet.
A coyful emanation of mirth drew softly from a parted simper at her Knights slight scowl. Before shifting into a slightly surprised sigh at his brief touch. Xeira's auds briefly vellicating at the new sensation. Her scape bringing no recallence of a similar experience except for one had observed. Humming a sultry purr, she replied. "Oh how does this Sinful Sailors song allure the Siren. To ponder when, yet how will this Forbidden Tale unfold?" She unconsciously tilted her frame down, allowing a brief dance as her crest faced the Stars. Pads emerging from their onyx sea as she slowly drifted herself about. A nearly silent song playing from her libres. Played only from memory as the waters were her accompanying symphony to complete it. "Come all you pretty fair maids, whoever you may be. Who love a jolly sailor bold that ploughs this raging sea...' she called melodically before continuing. 'My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold... There is nothing can console me but my jolly sailor bold." As she sung the last words, her vaults drifted to his Emerald Jewels. Locking with their gaze as she yet still maintained the distance he had placed. Her drift still facing the heavens as she caressed the waters with gentle brushes to maintain above. The ghosting's of a coyfulness confined as shadows along her wetted dial.
"Will thy become my dark vixen? Ah, we shall dance upon the shores edge, our faces only lit by the moonlight. How shall this woebegone dream play out? Oh please my little Jasmine join me at the mouth of hell, thou deserves to be a queen of sorts... But does thy heart attract thee to such a wild soul such as me?" His voice would ring out entranced by the fae's voice. Silky it was, flowing against his ears coaxing him closer to this siren. Oh how his tribe would kill him if they new he was even close to a tamed, but to tempt fate's attraction? They'd claw him one-thousand times before they plunged him into the peaceful dark at long last. Death would become his savior by then. His peridot glasses would hood over again with lust, forgetting his previous thoughts as he watched Xeira float across the water, his domain. With her barrel tilted upside down, his ears would perk up as he paddled closer. Giving her a taste of her own medicine he would merge with the water only to rise beneath her. His head would look to the right at her face searching for any reaction just as his back would meet with hers. Assuming she didn't attack his delicate tissue, he would keep her afloat without her having to keep up herself.
The onyx siren tilted her crown to peer at the paladin. Slight surprise etched like delicate marble along her dial as she felt his emergence from the caressing ink happen beneath her. Amaranth vessels succumbed once again to their shared lust as she relaxed her frame. A sultry purr emanating from her embodiment that resonated like an alluring caress between their connection and down her rachis. "Will Fate replay this Forbidden Tune upon this Sirens request? Aye, if thee are to be, My Jolly Sailor Bold. Let the Songs be sung Past the Point of no Return. .. Aye my Osiris, You have forsaken thee's Laws and drawn your Isis's to the Halls of Duat". She warbled gently. Her still tilted dial lightly caressing his cheek as she hummed the words before withdrawing coyly. Her frame still remaining above his as the spectacle of stars congregated in their greetings in the heavens above. She knew all to well how this sinful dance was to complete if witnessed. But the thrill drew her in beckoning. One she would not refuse if he maintained the offer.
The brutus would shiver beneath this hell forsaken fae, his peridot eyes alight with stormy lust. His jewels would land upon Xeira's own amaranth pigmented stones, finding an invitation he had known all too well would be there. Grinning toothily, his large fangs would flash in the moonlight: corn silk yellow his ivories were, rather clean for an animal that couldn't clean his teeth. His brows were draw together confused by her usage of unknown tales, however, he had gotten the gist. "Oh fallen angel, please dance with me upon the tick of midnight. For I shall appear more often then not if this mutinous sailor can without the watchful eyes of my shipmates." A deepened tone became accompanied by a low rumble of his chest. Yes, he will get away with this for a little while. If he didn't, let him be damned he would never squawk a word if it endangered the fae. His onyx angel had saved him once, let him do the same. Hell hath its fury, but so does the chocolate masculine; if the brutus came to figure out if another male was courting his mistress he would not hesitate to dominate. Ah, but what had happened to the wild Mercier? The one who wouldn't so much as move towards a female if she had not established contact first? Aye, he was lost beneath the skin of the hormonal male who shall we say... is the male who had nearly been put out of his misery because he was too vicious. Yes, yes we shall. A sigh dropped from Mercy's mouth as he swam towards his wild forest, dragging the fae along with him lightly. Upon reaching the point of which he could stand he crouched and drew himself out from under his dark mistress. "My dark little Jasmine, I must, against my will, part from you at long last. I shall come back to check upon my onyx angel three moons from now, oh Miss Xeira please tell me you shan't break your Knight of the Night's teeny little heart?" his own tone warbled just as the fae's had. His frame backing up into ankle deep water, his head turning to the side as his eyes darted around behind him in caution. Mercier's profile was but a simple glance at how strong the brute truly was. A strong jaw would curve up dramatically at the end, causing it to look 'angled,' a tuft of hair extended from his chin as if he could've been part goat. The top of the masculine's muzzle would meet his eye ridge in a strong, but gentle curve. And those emerald jewel of his, oh a tale of tragedy they wove. Mercier was but 4 years old, yet his eyes held the knowledge of an elder; knowledge he was not wanting to let on to. He wished to act as if he knew nothing, he was just a simple happy little baron of the tribe, but how wrong could anyone be if they believed this! The tribe believed it, they did not know his story as he was very reluctant to let on about, let alone tell his tale? Maybe this mistress would coax his wise self out of it's shell... She had seen his prior life, what it had looked like- could she be the only to understand?
Xeira pivoted her soma to face her sinful sailor. Feeling as his wetted frame left the inked hold they had been accompanying for a while. His tenored song like a symphony as their meaning reached her orrilles. Her emblems trailed his frame as she gently lifted her own to the onyx liquids verge. "Ah, my Woebegotten Paladin. Tis Fate who now will's this Fallen Angel for thee Fallen Knight."she warbled in return. He had denied a finale ending to this Forbidden Tale, and in return she would fail to disappoint in her part in it. Her vaults drifted to his parted libres as glistening ivories of a rare hue were permitted appearance. Yes, this brute was intrigueing, and it taunted her being oh so well. She had never before offered another such a tale as the one spindled in beginning tonight, yet it felt blissful. A promising yet mirthful smile gracing the crevices of her expression. "I bid thee farewell. Knight of the Night, let us not fail the audiencing moon's grace in thrice its passing. We shall meet again. Her lithe game astride the land as she sung her reply. Only time would tell its tale for their future, to be driven from their ill begotten past, or to a sinful future, she did not know. In alight however, she could not help but ponder his willing Lingerance, if he were to see her under her demonic influence. Her most prominent flaw that was scorched within her soul, for fear the lives of her minions and pack mates. Therefore she calmly left it bidden away from her prime persona. Only the consequences of time would foretell this tale.
Standing ankle deep in the ink below with wet tendrils of fine hair hanging off him his gaze would take in the picture before him. The darkened fae would wiggle her way out of the water as well, her amaranth orbs allowing a lustful gaze at his muscular frame. His dark tipped ears perking to the song of this femme. Turning his frame to the left as if to leave would draw up a picture of his scarred right shoulder, a human had done this evil thing to him caused him so much pain that he would take an evil human's life in a millisecond. Visibly tensing up the brute would pause exposing his full right side to her, it was a rather vulnerable position showing a sort of trust he had for the femme. "Ah, it seems I had almost forgotten something I had promise," his voice cast a dark tone as he willed himself to reveal his name "My little Jasmine, my true title is that of Mercier Ambrose Barrow- Baron of the Unitavara Tribe." His eyes would brighten with mischief as he chuckle ruefully yet again. "My fate lies with the phrases that pour from those beautiful libres, try not to mention my name outside of your camp. Allow me not be known in rank or side, but as a loner that has peaked your interest my Onyx Mistress." His tail would draw across Xeira's sleek chest before he would cast one last lustful gaze before departing with his enchanting tale.
The sinful maiden hummed softly at his words. Her dial tilted as her lustful vaults masted instinctually. Her gaze drawing delicately over his features in obvious appreciation as her auds captured his tenured warble. Her focus then shifting calmly to the scarred destruction from the demons upon his side. Something akeen to understand muddled within her gaze as her crest shifted. The light tinkling of tags tapping against one another from her under nape as a reminder to herself. A subtle shift of emotions allowed respect to accumulate within her visage at his endurance to the demons cruelty. His name then tested upon her ribbon as she hummed it. "Mercier..." as if lingering with its flavor upon her libres in satisfaction. "Xeira Rance Esing... Alpha of the Accursed Tamed... I bid thee's Fate be Alone Forever with thy... Farewell" she called softly enough for his large auds to capture easily as his retreating form disappeared. A gentle purr emanating from her column at his gentle caress, before retreating herself. Her onyx frame disappearing within the Stark Guardians shadowy depths in amongst their Woodland Charges.
