She reveled in Solis’ heat, absorbing every ounce of it with her black hide that soon glistened with sweat. While many would retreat to Vitae’s crystal waters for relief, Avdotya simply endured it; she had been born under the intensity of the blazing sun, a creature built not only to tolerate it, but to thrive beneath it, and there was little she could not handle. Perhaps that very fact explained the look of satisfaction upon her sharp-edged face, among the many other things that were running through her mind.
Her peace, however, was not meant to be, for the distant sound of shifting sands soon caught the woman’s attention. An idle ear spun slowly towards it, casual as ever in its rotation while her side swelled with the air she inhaled. Her breath was deeper, intentionally so… no longer did the air hold its earthy, desert aroma, but instead it was laced with a dark perfume, a taint entangled in what was once perfection. By the growing strength, its bearer was bound to be close.
And then she was there.
”Viper,” came her snarling voice. Avdotya need not open her eyes to know the sour look that her newfound company wore, yet the lid of her left eye peeled apart to reveal its smoldering gaze. She recognized her instantly, but even a Night Court Champion did little to kindle a flame beneath her. The Regent did not move, having given pause to allow the silence to grow thick between them until she finally indulged her in something of a response. ”Ah,” she murmured, ”Calligo’s stormsinger in the flesh.” Not a moment after the last syllable left her toxic tongue, Avdotya rose to her hooves, but it was not to meet the vehement Dencotian nose-to-nose… instead, she leaned downward into a nonchalant stretch, a kick of dirt to her guest's face, so to say.
Once she had loosened her muscles appropriately (and hopefully gritted some nerves ), the viper finally turned to acknowledge Aislinn. ”To what do I owe the grace of your presence?” Her tone was its typical, lackluster self. She knew that this was no amiable get-together; Aislinn was here for a reason that she presumed held no warm wishes, and that was exactly what Avdotya hoped for. It had been a long while since she last had some decent entertainment.
Her peace, however, was not meant to be, for the distant sound of shifting sands soon caught the woman’s attention. An idle ear spun slowly towards it, casual as ever in its rotation while her side swelled with the air she inhaled. Her breath was deeper, intentionally so… no longer did the air hold its earthy, desert aroma, but instead it was laced with a dark perfume, a taint entangled in what was once perfection. By the growing strength, its bearer was bound to be close.
And then she was there.
”Viper,” came her snarling voice. Avdotya need not open her eyes to know the sour look that her newfound company wore, yet the lid of her left eye peeled apart to reveal its smoldering gaze. She recognized her instantly, but even a Night Court Champion did little to kindle a flame beneath her. The Regent did not move, having given pause to allow the silence to grow thick between them until she finally indulged her in something of a response. ”Ah,” she murmured, ”Calligo’s stormsinger in the flesh.” Not a moment after the last syllable left her toxic tongue, Avdotya rose to her hooves, but it was not to meet the vehement Dencotian nose-to-nose… instead, she leaned downward into a nonchalant stretch, a kick of dirt to her guest's face, so to say.
Once she had loosened her muscles appropriately (and hopefully gritted some nerves ), the viper finally turned to acknowledge Aislinn. ”To what do I owe the grace of your presence?” Her tone was its typical, lackluster self. She knew that this was no amiable get-together; Aislinn was here for a reason that she presumed held no warm wishes, and that was exactly what Avdotya hoped for. It had been a long while since she last had some decent entertainment.
You’re playing my game now-- @Aislinn
