Told you not to worry, but maybe that's a lie
That was a good look, but Thal didn't much like the tone he used. His hand dropped - or rather, recoiled - from her arm, drawing a laugh from her lips - a true laugh. She shook her head, pushing away the hood like it was the source of her girlish act. There was something darker about her, in the coiled movements of her body and the smirk she wore. It warned of the path he was already treading.
Humming a deeper, threatening tone, she said, "I think someone else tried to call me that, but I don't much like the label. I don't feel 'infected.'" If anything, she felt better, stronger. Shrugging her shoulders, she tilted her head, no longer endearing in the way she pinned him with her gaze. "They're just not as bad as everyone makes them out to be. You'll see." Not a question, a promise.
She stepped a little closer, her footfalls measured and assessing. "Now, are you going to come willingly?" A sharp grin spread across her face, her fangs slowly reappearing as the glamour fell away. Her horns looked extra devilish, the obsidian glinting red in the light while her tail flicked like a hunting cat behind her, slow and predatory. "Or do I get to have some fun?"
Humming a deeper, threatening tone, she said, "I think someone else tried to call me that, but I don't much like the label. I don't feel 'infected.'" If anything, she felt better, stronger. Shrugging her shoulders, she tilted her head, no longer endearing in the way she pinned him with her gaze. "They're just not as bad as everyone makes them out to be. You'll see." Not a question, a promise.
She stepped a little closer, her footfalls measured and assessing. "Now, are you going to come willingly?" A sharp grin spread across her face, her fangs slowly reappearing as the glamour fell away. Her horns looked extra devilish, the obsidian glinting red in the light while her tail flicked like a hunting cat behind her, slow and predatory. "Or do I get to have some fun?"
Thalassa
Honey, what's your hurry? Won't you stay inside?
