Luneshale Pass another odyssey

Samirseti’s smirk didn’t falter as she spoke, her words biting and sharp, designed to wound. If she thought she could chase him off so easily, she clearly didn’t know who she was dealing with. He tilted his head, golden eyes gleaming as he soaked in her defiance like it was fuel.

“Ah,” he purred, drawing out the sound as if savoring her challenge, “so quick to spew your malice."

He stepped closer, his confidence unwavering, his presence impossible to ignore. “Arslan?” His tone turned dismissive, a flick of his tail punctuating his indifference. “He was nothing more than a distraction—a momentary amusement, easily forgotten. Do you think such an urchin holds a place in my mind now?” His golden eyes met hers, full of mischief and intent.

His lithe, strong body swivels; reversing to come to a stop before her. His head reaches forwards, tempting fate, forcing her to look him in the face once more. “No, he was just that—a fleeting indulgence. Hardly worth your attention... or mine.” His words are like molten honey as he speaks, a purr of grandeur hardly unavoidable.

Samir began to circle her again, slower this time, deliberate. His movements were fluid, each step a dance designed to press her, to provoke. “But you,” he continued, his voice dipping lower, silkier, “you’re different, aren’t you? All fire and teeth, eager to show you’re above it all. And yet... here you are... with the likes of me.” His words lilt, grow stronger, breathy; all in efforts to spark any sort of emotion from the cold, calloused woman.