Luneshale Pass si una vez

A twitch accompanied Samir's lips, feigning the less than pure intentions beneath his mask of indifference. Cool, calm, collected like the river stream that flowed before them, the Pharaoh strode forth.

A soft, serpentine smile played on his lips.

The sun gleamed against the gilded accents of his coat as his head tilted. “Satisfaction,” he spoke with voice of silk and honey, “must be claimed.”

He steps forth, looking down upon the woman past a long, etched black muzzle. "I search for many things. You have merely touched my vision." He hums.

Warm.

He turns, movements much like a large cat's, languid and feline. His long frame willowy as he goes, shrouded in lean, honed muscle beneath an inky coat. "Are you alone, hemet?"