..::Beast and the Harlot::.. -- Club Alien

She shrugged as he offered his condolences on the losses she'd suffered so long ago. "Unneeded, but appreciated. It was a very long time ago, and they lived long, full lives for the era." She considered his words, pleased that he would have one less hurdle to overcome in the coming decades. Yet she was oddly saddened that such a stunning specimen of the human race could manage to live without having formed any real attachments to the world around them. "That will certainly make it easier for you.. And likely serve as a useful skill in the future" It would have made her life a lot easier if she'd been able to avoid attachment, even to other supernaturals. There were many a loss fresher, sharper than that long ago loss of her family.

She could feel the excitement leaping from his flesh, adding an edge to the electricity snapping between them. The feral glint in his cold gaze had her internal excitement spiking, all but dampening certain parts of her anatomy. There was some sort of wild promise in his eyes, and despite the fact that she knew he would be one of the wildest rides she'd ever taken, she wasn't the least bit concerned. She was immortal not invincible, but he could chew her up and spit her out and so long as she got hers, she'd be a very happy girl.

A chuckle slipped from her lips at his admission, her smirk showing just a bit or teeth now, unable to completely contain her excitement "A Russian spy?" She cocked her head slightly, chuckling once more "I can see it... The big bad Russian sent to check out us lil olde supernatural folk" She wouldn't ask if he had chosen to be changed, or if he regretted it, that was far to intimate a question for casual acquaintances. Hell that was too intimate a question even for bedfellows. But she always did wonder with those who had been human, who had been inducted into the supernatural world... Did they chose it? Or had it been chosen for them?

Smirking devilishly once more, she watched those large hands, nearly fascinated by the soft caress of deadly digits. Like watching claws drag down her arm but never break the soft flesh, though they could rend to the bone if they wished. As his touch lingered against the lotus, she let her arm rotate, exposing the tender flesh of her wrist to those talons. That was one of her favorites, the panther-the beast- and the lotus -beauty, and the ability to rise above the muck and mud of life. "I'd be happy to put you in contact with the artist. She's well versed in our world, a daemon with a flare for body modification" Pink tongue was drawn between her teeth for a long moment, trying to keep the wicked smirk from taking over her painted lips at his last comment "The owner might be willing to offer a private showing of the complete piece... " She chuckled, rather surprised with how much she was enjoying this intense yet oddly casual flirting.

Sabrina Snow

Demi-Godess

Daughter of An

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