Verdant Basin she may have died; we're looking into it.

Everything had been going so well. Soooooo well. And then, quite unexpectedly (if you're inside Artaax's brain), Niamh was stepping to the side and taking his mark away from him.

What.

Why.

But.

But.

The hunter was mute and dumb as her position against him shifted and it slowly began to sink in that he was not going to nail this chick. He didn't move, and for it was rewarded with her continued touch. Which was nice, but uh... What about the.... Slowly his brain began to function again and he swallowed hard as he melted back into her touches and allowed himself to be consoled. Seduced, really, though he didn't know enough about this game to realize he was being teased so mercilessly.

He blinked as she spoke, taking a minute to catch onto the fact that there were words coming out of her mouth. But he caught on after a beat, though it took him a few extra seconds to actually reply. "You can have everything," Artaax replied softly, his mouth dry and heart pounding. He reached to run his muzzle along hers, closing his eyes for a moment to allow himself a second to gather himself back up. She hadn't rejected him completely... She said she wanted more. So the hunt wasn't exactly over yet. It had just turned into a much longer game.

Well, Artaax could spare a little more patience for what he was now considering to be heaven on earth.

"What do you want to know," he asked quietly, opening his mismatched eyes to gaze at her beautiful face.