I can see it in your eyes and I can tell by your body heat,
why are you taking so long?
Perhaps he is not a complete fool after all. Lie it may be in this case, he is quick to jump to accusations and to defend himself - his first mistake in the ombre female's eyes. She was calculating, she would fabricate things to bring out the truth and men always want to be right. This much she has learned in her time in the Chamber. She lived amongst monsters, men were that at their core - regardless of extra embellishments. She stayed hidden because the ones you aren't expecting are the ones to prey on you, successfully. While Kingslay was setting things ablaze, the Raven's cawing in the air, Cellar murdering and Gryffen raping and molesting women there was plenty of things to go around. It made Kimber's anger problems seem minute and misplaced. Her immortality served no other purpose than to promise a life of hell and chaos for all of eternity.
The bay man is quick to touch her - a cow kick is given towards him as she grunts warning at him. "I am not your whore, touch me again if you want to ignite my sadistic characteristics," she hisses towards him. She is very beautiful but her attitude is not welcoming, Warship had not trained that out of her in the past two years. "I thought the phrase was the the dog who barks the loudest, is guilty- you sure are defensive for having done nothing and for me to have accused you of nothing," she smiles, knowing that even if her fabrication wasn't true that she is the lesser of the two evils here. He mentions his name, she laughs then - it's infectious and runs straight to your spine. Kimber seems relatively innocent until she thoroughly enjoys something, she just comes across as plain mad then. "I would have assumed by now you could formulate that I don't just give information freely, but since you're such a gentleman I'd be less of a lady to deny you," it is coated with sarcasm, her eyes dance as she speaks to him standing still as he circles to face her. "What about the war? When we went the first time most of the members fled or proved to be traitors; with friends like those, who needs us as enemies," she says blankly, she is not a good informant because she is withdrawn from most of the male population of the Chamber. Kimber is a virgin, it's hard to stay that way in such a place. She stares into his eyes, into him; concentration so deeply she swears she can hear his heartbeat - irregular, quickened from adrenaline she assumes. She shuffles forward some, her lip extending upward to try to smell him in his entirety. Women have an intuition, she knows there is something awry but she is not gifted enough to know for certain.
This would just have to be done the old fashion way.
She slinks forward, approaching his right side and her black muzzle gliding lightly, like fingertips gently caressing the skin only enough to raise goosebumps, upward and towards his poll. She lips at his right ear, while breathily whispering, "I'm Kimber, I'll play this game of yours," she slinks back down and turns away from him and motions to him to walk - she's not a fan of being idle, "but don't say I didn't warn you."
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