upon her smooth, crimson flesh - soft as blood red silk, against pale snow - new moons, dance in the dark, twilight hour. blue floodlights trails thick cresent lashes as they unfurl in wicked, obsidian lengths along the ivory lines of euryale's cerise-dusted cheekbones. there is a subtle pause here, for the stranger's unmarked hostility; euryale calantha, merely stills. blinks, back her confusion for a moment longer. blood-red countenance, glistening in apathy, in shadowed abundance of embroiling chagrin.
an eloquent, ruby gaze is to rest upon the flaming other. piercing, with vulpine bemusement. where genuine curiosity once festered, now lay a fiery musing for this hot-tempered, fire-headed mare; even if euryale calantha, had thread the path of darkness, the soft lilt of her voice were gentle and soothing, enough; offering, no such warranted threat, but invitation. who had the time for this? nevertheless, the stranger proved no less unapproachable, and less than engaging, leaving euryale filled with distaste. though, a genuine need to apologize arises; perhaps, the individual simply didn't want her company. Euryale relates to that.
I can leave if you wish,
phoenix."
Dulcet tones, sing their cherry red against vampiric lips. Eyes aflush with incarnadine, smouldering hue; flicking smoothly between the bird and the fire-enveloped mare, now singed in ember-licked flames; angel-wings aflush in coppery petals. there is a sincerity to the tone of voice, a wolfish candor emboldening each delicate, feminine syllable as it drips from feral, serpentine tongue. Ruby eyes, lashed in heavy khol, held the other in solemn regards, passive quiet beneath a steely gaze; muzzle, tilting in elegant formality towards that flashing, razorblade grin. An inky smile settles upon smooth, crimson lips; fangs, glinting softly in the now-moonlight.
