Moonstone Quarry God looks on in abject apathy [m]

Ensnared, she felt a growing boulder of confidence settled in her deep chest.

While he approached with a way that whispered of apex predator, she stayed still. Lowered herself some so that she was more hunched than she already had been. Granted her neck reached out, nose pointed in his direction so that she might smell every detail that his scent carried. It painted a scene of others. Except those others were not here.

It was them.

Two shadows stark against the pale lands.

It was with a graceful slowness that the dark woman's tail swayed behind her. The sight of its tip peeking out on either side of her lithe frame if one watched its motions.

That was her silent invitation to him. He may come as close, or far, as he wished to be with her. She would not turn down his quiet companionship in this foreign place.