[ He whistles, low and syrupy-indulgent as she ricochets off of solid materials and still manages to come up able to talk. Brave girl, and sturdier than he'd expected. He has come to understand that many of the people drawn from their old, ruined worlds are gifted in different capacities -- durable, magical, some inhuman, some simply powerful, wise leaders and shrewd villains alike. One moment, he has thrown her, and the next, she has popped back up like a stubborn, washed-out little flower.
The question she asks him makes his expression fold in upon itself, lips pulling back to reveal the gleaming, prominent line of his fangs. Like some sort of animal, or a force of nature in the guise of a man, he sets his jaw and bares them at her. Infinitely exasperated by the question, but expecting it. Few understand him, and he understands even less. ]
You caught my attention.
[ He rasps the answer through the clench of his teeth, eyes locked upon her new display of ferocity -- enticed, clearly. He wants to see her bravery and how far it extends, maybe; and the ornate, silver trident in his hands flashes as he brings it to bear, lunging for her again. This time, with the thrust of the polearm guiding his way and extending his reach. ]
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The question she asks him makes his expression fold in upon itself, lips pulling back to reveal the gleaming, prominent line of his fangs. Like some sort of animal, or a force of nature in the guise of a man, he sets his jaw and bares them at her. Infinitely exasperated by the question, but expecting it. Few understand him, and he understands even less. ]
You caught my attention.
[ He rasps the answer through the clench of his teeth, eyes locked upon her new display of ferocity -- enticed, clearly. He wants to see her bravery and how far it extends, maybe; and the ornate, silver trident in his hands flashes as he brings it to bear, lunging for her again. This time, with the thrust of the polearm guiding his way and extending his reach. ]