Blacktail Deer Plateau sweet talker

sorry for the wait!

A new scent stuck to his nose like tar, and as he was approached, ears perked up. you must be very mighty. You know, standing out in the cold and everything. A grin split black lips and the towering king moved closer to the woman, green pits ravenously boring into her own with a fierce emptiness. "Oh, am I?"

He began to circle her as he spoke, stilted onyx limbs coiling him around her and bringing him closer with every step. If she had not moved away from him yet, he would move closer, the right side of his face so near to the left of her own that the very tips of his black fur just barely graced the tresses of her cheek. 

"Do I frighten you, child?" Chilling voice curiously inquired in a soft whisper, never stopping his fluid movement around her as he brought himself to her front, his nose always pointed at her and trained so keenly to hover just so threateningly close to touching her, but never doing so. He stood back in front of her now, having thoroughly completed his inspection of the woman.

"I reckon I do not." His voice was hushed and delicate, body still posistion motionless before her, his nose a fraction of a second from touching hers.