[ Moth to flame, he's drawn to her. The aura of her subrosa distress practically makes the air shimmer. Hearing the tiny Hello, he steps forward, measured, predatory. Such a pretty sight. Such a pathetic sight. Saya needs to shape up. Give him a proper battle before he destroys her. That's the whole point. ]
[ Not for her to stand there, slumped, defenseless, like a Lost Little Lamb in a den of wolves. The analogy makes his smile deepen. Brings out his fangs -- a blade unsheathed in darkness. She is a Lamb right now. Begging to be mauled and devoured. ]
Dearest Saya~ Long time, no see. [ Entranced, he steps closer. Drinks her in with bright eyes. ] Is something toubling you?
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[ Not for her to stand there, slumped, defenseless, like a Lost Little Lamb in a den of wolves. The analogy makes his smile deepen. Brings out his fangs -- a blade unsheathed in darkness. She is a Lamb right now. Begging to be mauled and devoured. ]
Dearest Saya~ Long time, no see. [ Entranced, he steps closer. Drinks her in with bright eyes. ] Is something toubling you?