Rex of Ignis Empire
Played by Fess
The slight brightening of her features told him she was vain, or at the least, rather fond of compliments such as the subtle one offered. Brows arch slightly above sculpted features as she names her age, as if to suggest disbelief at the number presented. IN truth she did look very fine for her age, then again six was hardly into 'elder' territory and the lioness would be in her prime.
Now a 'goddess' was it? He chuckled slightly, eyes sliding shut perhaps half way, screening luminous eyes as a crack of thunder rumbled mear seconds pause following fingers of lightning racking the sky above and behind. If she was a goddess then he was a god...or something more...elusive if equal in stature. To Hunter there were no gods, nothing to punish or reward lesser creatures...and no demons but what lived in the darkness of mortal shells. "Perhaps so. And the world will have to wait and see if and how a dark god decays in turn." there was a hint of...teasing perhaps? playfulness? Something illusive. Although mockery is still absent from his tone. If she thought herself a goddess what of it? Who was to say otherwise? Should one be offended let them prove it wrong with blood and carved into bone.
It was his turn to show...a hunt of something that flickered with the amused light burning in an unwavering gaze. Something, peircing, plucking idly at surface layers with cool visual fingers, examining with an unbiased and unmerciful consideration. "Maybe a little ....perhaps a lot." there is a velvet purr gracing the last half, black gloved fingers stroking silent ivory piano keys - promising as of yet silent song. Why should she fear? No reason...fear was useless. But why show caution...well the answer depended on how long a lion wished to live. Hunter was a lion of unusual tastes.
As she comments on his name his smile twitches and settles into a more notable smile, the curve suiting his black lips. It is now, only now that he stands and moves a step, then another, closer, sculpted and toned muscle subtly shifting and flowing beneath molten hued fur. He does not know what she called him, and does not know if she understood what he called her. But given the context of what came before he felt it safe to assume the comment complementary.
"A family name, one that suits me very well indeed. And yours, lovely. A reference to volcano perhaps? Molten earth? The pleasure is mine." he was guessing based on what sounded like it could be the root word. And he was indeed enjoying himself, although as of yet unsure where he wanted this game to lead - a future ally, a meal, something else wild and unpredictable?
@Volcan
Now a 'goddess' was it? He chuckled slightly, eyes sliding shut perhaps half way, screening luminous eyes as a crack of thunder rumbled mear seconds pause following fingers of lightning racking the sky above and behind. If she was a goddess then he was a god...or something more...elusive if equal in stature. To Hunter there were no gods, nothing to punish or reward lesser creatures...and no demons but what lived in the darkness of mortal shells. "Perhaps so. And the world will have to wait and see if and how a dark god decays in turn." there was a hint of...teasing perhaps? playfulness? Something illusive. Although mockery is still absent from his tone. If she thought herself a goddess what of it? Who was to say otherwise? Should one be offended let them prove it wrong with blood and carved into bone.
It was his turn to show...a hunt of something that flickered with the amused light burning in an unwavering gaze. Something, peircing, plucking idly at surface layers with cool visual fingers, examining with an unbiased and unmerciful consideration. "Maybe a little ....perhaps a lot." there is a velvet purr gracing the last half, black gloved fingers stroking silent ivory piano keys - promising as of yet silent song. Why should she fear? No reason...fear was useless. But why show caution...well the answer depended on how long a lion wished to live. Hunter was a lion of unusual tastes.
As she comments on his name his smile twitches and settles into a more notable smile, the curve suiting his black lips. It is now, only now that he stands and moves a step, then another, closer, sculpted and toned muscle subtly shifting and flowing beneath molten hued fur. He does not know what she called him, and does not know if she understood what he called her. But given the context of what came before he felt it safe to assume the comment complementary.
"A family name, one that suits me very well indeed. And yours, lovely. A reference to volcano perhaps? Molten earth? The pleasure is mine." he was guessing based on what sounded like it could be the root word. And he was indeed enjoying himself, although as of yet unsure where he wanted this game to lead - a future ally, a meal, something else wild and unpredictable?
@Volcan
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