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She chuckled, lifting her drink to her lips as he admitted to having lost track of the years. She gave him a half salute before taking a sip and returning the glass to the bar top "Young... But into your adolescence at least" She teased, wondering just how odd it must be to make it so far into a mortal life before that mortality was taken from you and you were suddenly staring down the barrel of eternity... She, like her brothers, had hardly made it out of childhood before all of time had been laid out at her feet. She had still been young enough to think herself immortal, and unlike most children, she'd had never been forced to outgrow it. "You learn to count the decades instead of the years. Its not too hard once everything you know and love is gone" There was a hint of sorrow in her words, but she pushed it away. That was always the hardest, watching loved ones grow old and perish while you remained just the way you were.
Had he voiced his question, she likely would have fallen off her stool laughing. As stunning as she was, she'd never had much luck with the masculine race. Oh, she could find a willing bedfellow, but anything more than that had been nearly impossible. Any male who was decent enough for to consider taking as a partner was undoubtedly either already spoken for, or frightened away by her feral nature. She'd honestly given up looking for anything more than a means to scratch an itch a long time ago. So long ago, she had forgotten just what a thrill this sort of connection could be. She'd buried that fire, somewhere deep inside her soul, forgotten it was even there.
Yet that simple touch of palms -hardly anything that should stir that fire- had suddenly fanned those flames to life, burning away the debris she had piled over it, keeping it hidden and forgotten. Had she been a weaker person, it likely would have blown her a step back with the power. It was like holding a live bolt of lightening in her hand. Feeling the electricity slither across her flesh like a living thing. Pleasure one moment, biting pain the next. She could almost see the energy snapping between them, trying to draw them closer, drive them into that primal mindset that held nothing back.
It almost scared her, almost. She let her nails trace lightly against the tender, vulnerable flesh of his wrist. Drinking in the raw emotion bleeding from that icy gaze. She forced her attention back to the conversation as he spoke, smirking as he admitted to already being versed in alternate identity's. "You'r well on your way then. It becomes a necessity, even if you never settle in one place for long" She glanced down as his massive hand moved to her arm, those heavy, calloused fingers brushing feather light across her painted flesh.
She never would have guessed that such large hands, obviously hardened hands, could be so very gentle. She had always thought that all big men were rough, brutish things. Experience had taught her such, though it had never been a thing of worry, she could take anything they could dish out. Often it was the reason she selected them as her evening entertainment, they could usually sate her hunger. Watching his finger trace along her forearm, skimming across the panther snarling there, over the pale pink lotus on her wrist. She lifted her arm, allowing him better access to the artwork set into her flesh. She smirked at his question, having known exactly what he was asking despite his fumble for the right word "Yes, though not in the same way they do in Russia. Each piece has meaning to the wearer, or sometimes the artist. Though I admit none of them has very deep meaning for me. I mostly just enjoy using my body as a canvas" She knew she could get them removed when she tired of them, and even have them replaced after if she desired. She joked sometimes about getting her lineage inked on her flesh for the world to see, but she hadn't found an artist who could pull it off to her standards yet. It was hard to find someone who understood ancient Egyptian when they had never lived in that world.
Sabrina Snow
Demi-Godess
Daughter of Anubis
This shining city built of gold
A far cry from innocence
There's more than meets the eye here
Look to the waters of the deep
A city of evil
There sat a seven-headed beast
Ten horns raised from his head
Symbolic woman sits on his throne
But hatred strips her and leaves her naked
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