Altar of Twilight you've been so still, barely beating at all

Marruz was rigid now, staring at the mythical creature slip closer and closer. The gap was eaten within seconds; replaced by each sway of her sultry hips. His mind was dense with apprehension for the riveting new surge of emotions flooding his body. He forced his paws hard into the ground and willed himself not to give in; not to follow in his father's footsteps.

This angelic being. This powerful, strange woman. She was controlling him, somehow. Her words seemed so far from truth and yet, somehow, he believed them. And his indigo orb slowly welcomed the waves of wonder now enchanting his consciousness. 

She was around him now: moving through the shadows and out once more, each time met by his eager and searching gaze. When she stopped, her breath stirred his ebony fur and warmed his nose. Her scent engulfed him in deep, tantalizing tones that set her cherry irises ablaze in a fire of rose and wine. His eyes slipped to the dark cream a few paces below her jaw, and then that stream of coldwood that ran ever further...

"Is that so?" He barely managed the statement, though the strength of the words was surprisingly intact. "Has she told you anything about me?"