are you afraid of the DARK?

[-zynêx-]

The Tytanus fae smiled. This brute was a clever one, carefully disguising his aims so as not to sound desperate to acceptance. Simply by there she conversation led, she knew what is intent was to be, but was pleased none the less he took the time to be cautious and polite, not rushing to get his point across. Perhaps to some this would have been tedious. But to her, it was a sign of respect. One that he cared enough to consider that should she choose she could cast him away and reject his request outright.

She was beginning the like him more with each passing minute.

Metal scraped sharply against the stone floor as onyx cuffed limbs tucked firmly underneath a cream belly. A gesture of interest as well as further relaxation. Adorned with a Queen's smile as if to her loyal subordinate, she spoke, soft voice gently caressing his auds. "I believe that would be a good idea. Surely a hunter would have to be skilled in order to fall prey in the dead of night...when the fodder are still sleeping." A knowing light flickered within her silvery pools, enhanced within the fading firelight. She continued, "I believe a hunter would have better sense to hunt when there is light, or perhaps at dawn when the fodder are just rising with the sun." Rusted dome skewed slightly to the left whilst regal plume twitched innocently at her thigh.

This certainly turned out to be an interesting encounter. For once she was fortunate that insomnia roused her from a restless doze and led her to wander. By this, she had perhaps gained a hunter, if not a good acquaintance.

ooc: Slowly getting back into the swing.