Serpent Lake i can feel a kick down in my soul

Their gazes were locked for a significant amount of time, caught in some odd sense of familiarity, yet they were as close to strangers as could be. He'd never seen those eyes before, if he had he'd have remembered them - dark, almost warm but appearing blackened and cold. Emotionless, like himself. The soldier may have had his eyes upon her own, but he was acutely aware of any moves she made. One who let down his guard was sure to be stabbed in the back.

His ashen body appeared still, solemn, though beneath his pelt his muscles were tense, coiling like snakes ready to lunge into action at the slightest of movements. If her desire was to cause harm, he'd be ready for it. Besides... it would only give him greater pleasure to sink his teeth into her neck if she had been the first to make an attempt.

The icy orbs followed her movements, observing as she took slow and relaxed steps toward where the reaper himself sat - his tail flicked at his hind, but still he remained unmoving, like a predator awaiting the sudden dash of his prey before he sprung. Only once her lips parted to speak did his own curl into a half smirk, a hint of amusement flashing for a split second within his gaze. "I find silence speaks more than words."