Blackbeak Bluff and she came to troy with a dowry — death

The shadow's wandering for the day had taken her, ultimately, back towards the scene of her second encounter with her red-cloaked pet. Cold ocean air ruffled through the silken ebony of her pelt, sending a shiver through her as she trekked up towards the cliff's edge. An unfamiliar scent carried on the breeze, strong enough to be near-- near enough to be a bother, Tine realized quickly.
The tiny Messeda paused and cast moss-green eyes all around, sharp and wary suddenly. Only beats later, the culprit came into view. Samaantine's critical gaze swept over the form she saw, but found little to give her reason for the ire she craved. The man was captivating; beautiful in the way one might have a consuming disease. It unsettled her to look at him too long, but she was unable to take her eyes away from the strikingly sculptured features. He glinted like daggers, like flame, and the shadow immediately wanted to possess him.
Tine stood still, ears pushed forward and gaze wide with curiosity-- and she waited. After all, the Messeda girl was not one to give chase if she had any opportunity to first be the one pursued.