Porcupine Ridge teasing the blind

@Jackal 

"Oh, Aeneas,” longing sigh exaggerated tease hummed from raven lips. Like a woeing sigh of despair she called upon her made-up snake companion who slithered at her feet in the lonely walk. "It isn't fair –and I do not like this one bit.” She was pouting like a child who wanted a specific toy in a store and the parental figures declined the plea so a tantrum followed suit. The rattling toy attached to the tail of the snake trilled in reply, a hissing sigh rolled from the forked tongue of his, serpent eyes would roll if possible. Aeneas sensed her frustration – feeling lackluster. Oh what to do, what to do, what to do to pique her impish nature? The birds had chattered their gossiping behavior, listening so carefully, perhaps something or someone will come to mind. 

He would stop abruptly only for a wry grin to tug at his scaly face, nodding his head in agreement. Knowledge exchanged to the woman, ears swiveled with her curiosity finally piqued. "I've heard of him.” she cooed. Abnormally long tail flicked in the air with imp-like tease. Small black paws picked up once again before easing her gait as she neared her location. This place hummed with magics and stories manifested of places unknown – untold. “I hear he's mad.” the rattlesnake chuckled, although in reality it was Aniette who spoke for the made-up creature; "He sounds like fun.” Aniette mused in mimicking tone of her fake serpent companion. Aniette wasn't exactly sure if she would find her company here – yet she felt compelled to search nevertheless. It wouldn't hurt to try, right? She wanted to play. and she sought the blind man of which the birds clamor about. "I seek you vagabond – I want to play.” she chimed so devilishly. Her tail swished once, twice, before she seated herself- waiting in patience.

"I seek you, Vagabond – I want to play." Soprano echoed through arrange of caves, so her call came to him as a whisper and vibration. Eyebrows lifted in surprise and heavy tail shifted to his other side with a thump.

Seems your anonymity is ending, Jac. Thoughts echoed in his head. Onyx ears flicked backwards in amusement as he took his stand. Rarely was he summoned for one of his actual 'purposes'. Through a narrow tunnel, he traversed the grounds. Bone dust lined his nostrils. Old blood tingled across his taste-buds. The woman's scent was cinder-ash and hibiscus; deepening the greeter smile on his maw. Jackal paused at yawning entrance. Nostrils flared. 

"What game do you have in mind, Child?" 

The trilling of song birds in their evening orchestra echoed in black ears. Curiosity pegged her forward with her long tail swaying back and forth in lazed movement. Mind's rattlesnake compromised her boredom as he spoke of a man the birds clamored about who meandered these lands. A wry smile ebbed upon dark painted features as she would instantaneously investigate.

"What game do you have in mind, Child?" His voice rumbled with a deep alto. Earth-soil and floral scent stung her grey nose.

"Everything.”  tender coo rolled in lofty serenade, single step forward with proposition. It didn't matter what they did – she just wanted to play.

"Everything."
Such an open answer. Open, terrible, wonderful answer. Hungered grin took his maw. Half-blind man took two paces closer to the chime of her golden voice. She was an exilir: her scent sweet hibiscus syrup. Shepherd ears attuned to her movement. Everything. Youthful woman, everything could be considered. Jackal thrashed his tail.

"Why the need to play with me, Gyspy-woman?"
Baritones implored, while smile invited. He stood to the side, opening pathway for her entrance. If they were to play any games, they would begin in the underground, in the Black he loved. He was...enthralled, oh so terribly curious, acquiring a strange need for contact. Pink tongue licked dark lips, while he flicked his head towards stone ceiling.