cold light of the stars the same; any

[Scorch]

WATCH THE FLAMES CLIMB HIGH INTO THE NIGHT

He greeted her by name, giving pause to her low-toned suaveness as she did a slow double-take and reevaluation of the mulberry creature. His appearance and his voice gave rise to no memories that Scorch knew of - true that there rang a tone of familiarity between them which had brought her to him in the first-place, but its echoing sounded so distantly that she felt it a hopeless cause to try and place him. Still, he followed his opening line with the request for an offer, a wolfish smile spreading across his lips; and indeed, upon seeing the expression which she often wore herself, there could be no denying that her blood ran through his spirited veins.

Fluidly, the wolf's grin spread her own lips. It lessened some as the sultry women did her best impression of a sex toy, dollish and cloying, but it didn't fade completely; after an initial glance to the gorgeous mare's antics, Scorch resettled her gaze on the nameless stallion, leaving their burgundy depths simmering there weightedly. He would either be swayed by her offer - her challenge - or he wouldn't be; though one outcome seemed far better to the Amazon, she kept her personal feelings about the matter carefully tucked away.

"I come with two offers, wolf," she began, ignoring the youth's haughty stare; she'd never been flirtatious or sexy - except to Hestoni - and dear GODS now was not the time for her to start trying. Her eyes bore into the stallion, and at her hooves, threads of light began weaving themselves in intricate patterns, tracing up her legs as she carefully worded her next thought. "Due to an alliance, I am obligated to offer the kingdom of Loess to you first and foremost..."

"...But if that is not to your liking, then my home is a perfect second." Her tone of voice - brusque and, in its own way too, sultry - clearly implied that there was nothing secondary about Nerine. With a cocked brow, she looked to the tobiano, knowing that she risked a flaunted reaction for her next words. "You might like it there too."

She held Electra's gaze for a moment longer, then looked away with a careful exhale which widened her nostrils. The threads of light faded suddenly to heavy, inked darkness, continuing their dance around her hocks. "We are called the Leviathans; and if either of you were alive before the Reckoning, you might benefit from knowing that we originate from the Amazons."

"There are places for the both of you there - if Loess does not interest you."

Scorch

Once Khaleesi of the Amazon Jungle