It's okay if you don't like me.
The panther made the poor decision not to leave, surprising her for the first time during their interaction. As expected, he instead transformed into a taller, more muscular dark brooding figure. Thal had to admit that the man was attractive. He was definitely the type she would usually entertain, and it might be the only reason that she didn't choose to incinerate him on the spot.
She didn't back down as he made his way forward, too intrigued and too prideful to show any signs of intimidation. If anything, her tiny frame stood taller, meeting his gaze with a dare of her own, her flames licking around her form like a seductive dance with danger. "Perhaps... but not with mine." Her voice matched his with a low purr, its musical quality still lingering. Maybe he hadn't noticed the large horns protruding from her head of dark hair, or the sharp fangs flashing between each grin, or the tail flicking behind her. Maybe he was just a fool unaware of her reputation as the ruthless Ancient Pirate Captain or the fact that Ancients had the innate resistance to heat, including flames. Whatever it may be, he didn't seem concerned with the fact that the trees around them could go up in flames and she'd be the only one to survive. Should she so choose.
His whispered words made her want to laugh at the attempted intimidation, but she tried to put on her best performance. A 'man'? Her big blue eyes scanned their surroundings in mock curiosity. "Sure. Let me know when you see one." As the words left her mouth, the wicked smile reappeared on her face, shifting the dramatic innocence back to playful violence.
Thal let his finger brush against her blade, admiring the way he didn't flinch against the heat, but otherwise unimpressed. She tilted her head at the challenge, a cat assessing how best to play with the mouse already caught in its trap. With a flick of her wrist, she had the dagger beneath his chin, the tip laced with fire pressed dangerously close to his skin. Stepping closer, her voice whispered sweetly, "Your move, kitty."
She didn't back down as he made his way forward, too intrigued and too prideful to show any signs of intimidation. If anything, her tiny frame stood taller, meeting his gaze with a dare of her own, her flames licking around her form like a seductive dance with danger. "Perhaps... but not with mine." Her voice matched his with a low purr, its musical quality still lingering. Maybe he hadn't noticed the large horns protruding from her head of dark hair, or the sharp fangs flashing between each grin, or the tail flicking behind her. Maybe he was just a fool unaware of her reputation as the ruthless Ancient Pirate Captain or the fact that Ancients had the innate resistance to heat, including flames. Whatever it may be, he didn't seem concerned with the fact that the trees around them could go up in flames and she'd be the only one to survive. Should she so choose.
His whispered words made her want to laugh at the attempted intimidation, but she tried to put on her best performance. A 'man'? Her big blue eyes scanned their surroundings in mock curiosity. "Sure. Let me know when you see one." As the words left her mouth, the wicked smile reappeared on her face, shifting the dramatic innocence back to playful violence.
Thal let his finger brush against her blade, admiring the way he didn't flinch against the heat, but otherwise unimpressed. She tilted her head at the challenge, a cat assessing how best to play with the mouse already caught in its trap. With a flick of her wrist, she had the dagger beneath his chin, the tip laced with fire pressed dangerously close to his skin. Stepping closer, her voice whispered sweetly, "Your move, kitty."
Not everyone has good taste.
Thalassa
