Qeya River devourer

the sound of his voice broke whatever hold he'd had on her, and the valkyrie detached herself from him with a quiet slowness. stigmata watched, unoffended and further amused by her sudden change in expression. "perhaps not," he mused, his argent eyes a pair of glittering basilisk scales. he saw that there were more layers to her - walls meant to keep him at bay - and for his love of challenges, he longed to peel them back and see her laid bare before him.

he was patient. he was collected. he would have her in due time. the wolf rolled to his belly, giving his ruffled forelegs a few lengthy licks, before turning a cool side-eye on the white-furred victress. "my name is stigmata," he told her thoughtfully, running his tongue across his jaws and then yawning as he forced himself to come down from an extremely potent high. he got to his feet in one swift, elegant motion.

"do not be surprised if i come 'wandering near' again," he warned her candidly - reusing her own words - then he dismissed himself with an inconsiderable bob of his head and a flick of his tail, turning to trot casually in the direction of bearclaw.