Sea Lion Shores metal and dust

The accent that was attached to the female’s words caused a stirring in the male’s gut. His pale gaze widened softly on her features and he leaned closer, hoping to catch more of what she had to say in his rigid ears. Ankh swayed on his legs, almost as though his roots to the earth were being unearthed and pulled through the air. He could not place the emotion in his chest. It sat inside of him like a thick fog, encumbering his breath, hindering his way of life. The Pharaoh was so startled by the appearance of this strange woman that he could not draw a natural thought into his cluttered mind. “No. I am not so accustomed to the sea,” he finally drew breath into his lungs and garnered a response to the willowy woman’s observation. “But you are also not of these lands,” Ankh then remarked, peering at her with curious pallid eyes. The Pharaoh could not help but to gaze at her, transfixed. He had seen the full-blood of wolves, and he knew the royal features of his family differed greatly from that of the norm, but she was designed of something else. Her features were lithesome, fair, even for his home land. She seemed to hold herself with a captivating sense of grace and allure. It was in her gaze that seemed to draw him more than anything else. Her eyes seemed to bewitch even the ghostly Pharaoh. Ankh was hopelessly seduced.