Sunbeam Lair Horizon

Her prickling hackles settle against her back as the stranger halts his approach, eyes glittering as he speaks. She pauses over his words, the sentiment rolling and churning within her thoughts for a few stretching moments. She shifts uncomfortably. She is unaccustomed to being caught off-guard, and not entirely eager to acquaint herself with the feeling. The moment of surprise has allowed something like pity to creep up her throat, unwanted and foul-tasting. Yet she obliges the feeling.
Closer, She invites tonelessly, unbothered if he ignores the half-hearted request. She sinks slowly back down, drawing her tongue over her lips lazily as she studies the stranger. Perhaps the disturbance is a blessing in disguise, an opportunity to satisfy her own needs. The motivation to pursue such an end ultimately escapes her, and she only watches him expectantly. Her initial wariness lingers only in hints; the questioning nature of a cynic lives within her, but so too does the blind ego of a narcissist, and she finds little reason for caution in the face of his request, genuine or not. She crosses one bony foreleg over the other, forcing the last of the tension from her body as she reminds herself that she is capable.