Shadow Mountain dig so deep for scars

Oh, he was a coy one.

The Nightstalker's grin did not waver, watching him with the eyes of a feline locked onto a mouse, tongue resisting the urge to trace along her lips. She liked his attitude, daring to tempt her toward him with such urgency, and the mystery of his being was one that she was intruiged to discover; closer the dark queen stalked, until they could breathe the same air and she could almost feel the coywolf's fur tickling her own. 

Perhaps he did not know of her at all - it would not be surprising, if his jolty mental state was held firm in mind, but it bothered her little. With a sly smirk, the irya began to circle him with a darkness in her vivid eyes, the shadowed gaze of a raven but blessed with a haunting purple; her inky body brushed against his own, and her tail swept like a plume under his chin, perhaps teasing, perhaps simply watching for a reaction.

His voice, starved... he was begging her, and there was never a sweeter tune to the temptress' ears. "If you know me, you know I am not be tested~," She whispered, like a snake slithering off her tongue, drawing up at his other side. "My sins are as black as night - you do not fear them, traveller?"