Nevermore [Amonaroth]

[xoCharm]

Samantha Korse Wolfgang;;
^{Dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before}

Sniveling whimpers and whines had resounded so acutely within the Underground that it had drawn a potentially unwanted visitor. Unwanted was putting it mildly. Samantha wasn't exactly welcome in most places. But death attracted her so severely that she couldn't help but stumble upon such scenes. To many, or really to the ill-fated, she was like the reaper itself, always seeming to appear right before someones tragic demise. And to others? Well, she was their omen of misfortune, their visible bodach.

She fed off every living moment of it.

Obsidian boots echoed dully yet ominously as she approached the threshold of a rather large cage. Her physique halted itself at the entrance of the ring, allowing her vibrant honey visionaries to scan the perimeter. Blood stains and spatters dabbed the concrete floor while a few iron bars were bent oddly out of shape, suggesting a supernatural tussle. Her nostrils flared slightly while her chest lifted, scouring out the various scents left behind. Bitter metallic invaded her senses as did the sour stench of sweat. A fight had recently taken place.
'Mm!'
Another whine, closer this time.
Her sharp gaze lowered, only to befall upon the apparent loser. A mangled lycan lay in the middle of the ring, his once proud arms twisted in awkward positions while his legs followed suit. His chest, which surely once boasted pride and swelled with dignity was now depressed with humiliating defeat. Such defeat should have never fallen upon a great beast such as this, yet it had, like it would all dogs.

Korses cranium canted slightly while her porcelain visage distorted in sadistic curiosity. Her right curled appendage ascended up towards the wall beside her, only to tap at a deliberately slow pace against it. "Suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door." her voice was like bitter sweet molasses, "you heard me tapping, right?" his weakened eyes shifted over towards her figure as she made her way over towards him. His eyes widened with fear instantaneously, and she couldn't help but grin at the mere sight of it.

"P-please.." he managed to squeeze out. An amused puff escaped her as she knelt down beside him. Refined digits danced along the grooved hilt of Timeless, eventually drawing it forth. Its sweet song of death hummed as it left its sheathe. "Aww, shall I end your misery love..?" a coo of a question. The tip of Timeless skimmed itself along the beasts already battered throat, occasionally forcing painful twitches from the chilled blades touch, "No.. I think I'll prolong it." she growled her last words through clenched teeth. Timeless was raised as she spoke, only to be driven mercilessly down into the heart of the suffering creatures esophagus. He gurgled and choked in response while his body lashed and writhed underneath the dagger, having obviously been pinned to the ground by it. His head arched backwards as his body ached forwards, only slicing his throat further; his last breath was in moments reach.

A heavy sigh deflated his broad chest as he finally escaped his cruel end. Gradually his bulk eased itself back into its prior resting position; a suggestion of agony unreasonable. With a half satisfied smirk crossing her frosted pink lips, she jerked her blade from the deceased corpse. Maroon blood had already begun to colligate. Samantha lifted her dagger until it leveled with her honey hues, only to occasionally twist and turn it about within her grasp, watching intently as the metallic liquid drew exotic symbols and lines of its own before dripping back down to the chest of its original owner.

She giggled mirthfully to herself before her tongue pressed eagerly passed her lips, only to slither and slide itself along her blood drenched blade. With a satisfied hum once the salmon muscle had drawn itself back, she redirected her gaze back down to the male below, "And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted.. nevermore."

[mantorok]

It was dark, and if there was ever a time where that had bothered him, he could not recall.

The shadowy figure, easily hearing the echoes of pathetic struggle, and the gurgling of a throat attempting to breathe through a sea of blood and steel as it issued forth from the halls of the catacombs. He watched, not with his eyes, but with his power. The world was naught but shades of black, the forms of objects constantly pulsing with a dim orange light, giving everything a dusky look to it. He could hear the quick pulse of a living creature, and he could hear its breath, ragged and shallow, as if it were excited, thrilled.

He strode forth, darker than the shadows, his hunger nudging at the corners of his mind. It called to him, it dug deep into his thoughts. He tried to distract himself, wondering if it were ever possible to be rid of this starvation.

"Shall be lifted...nevermore."

The words echoed, however, they were not within his mind. He chittered slightly, softly. He knew not what dwelt underground, but, he doubted it could be more frightening than he. He did not need to be on his guard just yet, however, he felt the need to satiate himself. He stayed within the shadows, and although he could be in plain sight to the young female his power soon percieved, the darkness hid him well, and he could not be detected.

Unlike mere objects, entities with life-force glowed with an unnatural beauty to him. Particularly interesting entities conveyed this through their "true colours", and her true colours were beautiful in their clashing. The earthy, natural hues of a lycan, vibrant with stamina and life, along with the corrupted, familiar colours of a demon, smoldering with their hatred. Her frame was slight compared to his own, yet, she stooped over the corpse of a creature larger than she. Regardless, he could not help but feel distracted from his hunger, so unusual was this specimen, beguiling his sad fancy into smiling.

He stepped forth from the shadows, or perhaps, the shadows drew back from him. His black cloak seemed to devour what little light was near him, his face hidden by the cowl. No weapon was visible upon his person, his tall, gaunt form looking as if he were some Reaper here to claim the soul of the shattered form upon the ground. His robes billowed and twisted ever so slightly, but there was no wind to stir them.

"A worthy kill. It is unfortunate, however, that I have to deprive you of his corpse. I am afraid your amusement is trumphed by my need." he said, his unnatural voice echoing even more than usual off of the walls of the Underground. He seemed to glide as he moved closer, although he was still well out of arm's reach.

He was completely relaxed, the hunger gnawing still, but he cared little. He already had found his food, and although he was not fond of being reduced to the status of a scavenger, he was more than willing to add her corpse as well. He could taste the flesh upon his tongue, feel the blood dribbling from his maw onto his chin. Yet, outwardly, he looked as unreadable as ever. The shadows deepened as his concentration seemed to shift from the corpse to the female half-breed.

He was more than ready to counter any hostility, but, was willing to give her the benefit of the doubt, that she was not an utter fool. The ancient, antedilluvian air of a predator surrounded him, something that had hunted and preyed before even her ancestors had formulated thoughts or disturbed the dust of the world. He cared not what she saw or felt, only that she at least gave enough ground to allow him to take what he wanted.

He awaited patiently for her action.

[xoCharm]

A delicate sigh breezed past her rose lips as her precious blade lowered back down to the creature below. While death tickle her fancy and seeing this beast in pain had set off a butterfly or two within her abdomen, she wasn't satisfied for the sole reasoning if his death being too short, too quick. To say the least she liked to take her time and ventured deep within her "artwork", so it wasn't befitting of her to end his life so abruptly. Perhaps because part of the sculpture had already been chiseled by another, and she liked to work from scratch.

While she worked to clean off her blade, an odd sensation tickled at her fingertips and poked at her temperature; a sure sign that someone of her kind was near. But this wasn't like the usual cautions she was used to receiving. This prodded at her flesh ceaselessly and vigorously and caused her innards to knot slightly. Yet, unusually, as quick as it had come, it diminished itself nearly to a vanishing point.

Nearly.

Instinct within her screamed and wailed for her to run. To flee down a nearby tunnel until her legs collapsed under her from sheer exhaustion.
Damn mutt blood. Always fearful of anything possibly more threatening than it.
A baritone growl captivated her throat as a minuscule chastisement to herself; she would never run from anybody, and her dog had better get used to that fact.

"A worthy kill. It is unfortunate, however, that I have to deprive you of his corpse. I am afraid your amusement is trumphed by my need."
Ah, there it was.
The voice was odd, seeming to speak with a foreboding deep hiss, but she did not disperse. Nor did she turn to grace the odd presence, no matter what it may be.

Although rising temperature suggested it was a demon he certainly sounded like something more. 'Twas foolish yes of her not to face something that she personally did not know what was, yet the demeanor it radiated, while frightening, did not seem threatening. "Like it matters to me m'dear; I don't do much with them after they are dead." and so it was true. She had her fun during their living nightmare, not after their possibly tormented forever sleep.

Replacing Timeless back to its usual placement at her side, Samantha stood, her arms shifting back to readjust her trench coat to her liking. Pivoting towards the presence, her eyes at first fell upon a black abdomen. As her optics lifted to find the face, her head continued to tilt back. Finally, quite a few good feet from her own standing, she gazed into an unnatural obsidian. The shadows within this creatures cowl seemed to live, twisting, scurrying, and writhing. From time to time she could see small black flagella explore outwards, only to seemingly dissipate afterwards.

"MmHmm." she cleared her throat before taking a few steps back and to the side, allowing him full unhindered access to his prey. "Eat up, liebe." her gaze had fallen back upon the lycan. She didn't want to seem rude with her locked stare, so she waited until he had passed her and consumed his fill. As he practically glided forth, her eyes scanned his full figure freely. Tall (and extremely so nevermind you), exceptionally dark, and blatantly mysterious. As far as handsome went he was too encased in shadow for her to tell.

Sorry ladies.

Curiosity had finally gnawed a hole, "Don't mean to interrupt but may I ask what you.. are, exactly?" she half hesitated at the last bit. She knew what blood coursed through his veins but as far as anything else was concerned she was completely and utterly ignorant. Her hands drifted behind her back, only to lock together in a respectful wait. Best not to disturb too much.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/color][/font]

[mantorok]

He could feel her fear, but, it was overcome by curiousity. She did a fine job of hiding the former, but not so much with the latter. His mask slid off, but his cowl remained, still veiling his facial features. Each part seemed to be sucked into a hungry void, an unnatural clicking sound heralding as he chewed. As he devoured the lycan with the voraciousness of a man who had not fed in long months, the massive beast almost being completely stripped to the bone by the time the question had only just been asked.

"I?" he said after swallowing a mouthful, "I am a Tower of Sin. Born in Shadow, master of Shadow...a pit-creature, old and watchful. Much has come to pass since my coming..."

He hesitated a moment. Not out a fear of what to say next, no, he knew which parts to say and not to say, after all, they had just met. Foolish is the man who reveals all of his mysteries upon the first meeting, enemies were around every corner, and took guises in the strangest forms...or the most enticing ones. His hesitation, was rather, one of questioning whether or not what he would next speak would fall upon deaf ears. It had been a long time since he was the plague upon the pits of Shadow. He merely wondered if that time had been long since forgotten.

The hesitation took no longer than the drawing of breath, and he continued to speak.

"I am Amonaroth, the Watcher Beneath, He Who Brings The Void." he said with finality, taking his black, featureless metal mask in hand as he drew himself up to full height. There were signs of a pale blue glow, burning like ghastly fire coming from his hood, as if from many eyes, but they were soon snuffed as his mask was absorbed into the shadow.

Like she would likely capture a glimpse of his unnaturalness, he would capture a glimse of her physical beauty. She seemed to be his mirror in every way. He was large and terrible, she was small (by his comparison, at least) and had an unmarred look to her, even if the tales of her soul told otherwise. He was hideous, she was beautiful, he was old and mouldering, she was young and untouched by the ravages of time. Even though they were both cloaked in sable shadows, even those differed, his were darker, terrible, clinging to him like a child upon their parent who was leaving them home alone for the first time, like a parasite's fangs rending into the supple flesh of its host. Her own shadows were worn of her own accord, and although they were not as horrid and destructive as his own, she could be free of them at any time. The Shadow would always follow him, no matter how much he tried to hide it. There was also a final and more obvious facet to their differences, but his mind felt no need mull it over.

He suddenly felt ashamed as the world turned back to the pulsing twilight he knew so well. His hatred rose up until he suddenly felt the strong desire to kill her once more. Kill her for her beauty, for her youth, but, it soon subsided, and the hatred smoldered and festered within once more. It then turned back to coldness, and he drew himself up slightly more than usual, as if to prove his dominance over the emotion. He would allow her to have the next few words, for he knew, if unhindered, he could speak for ages.

Best to let the knowledge he had just bestowed take its effects.

[xoCharm]

For a short while her question went unanswered. He fed greedily, a disturbing 'click, click' reverberating with each mouthful. He was such an odd creature, never before had she seen nor heard of anyone like it. Everyone she had run into was so generic, so carbon copy of one another it was like living in barbie world all over again. But this specimen she regarded with such fascination she half felt like an adolescent surveying a teenager of whom was "out of the norm."

"I am a Tower of Sin. Born in Shadow, master of Shadow...a pit-creature, old and watchful. Much has come to pass since my coming..."
Didn't exactly answer her question.
"I am Amonaroth, the Watcher Beneath, He Who Brings The Void."
Ah yes, the wondrous title sequence. With such crowns she felt she should have known him, or at least heard of him, but much to her possible dismay she hadn't. He stood after he had picked his corpse clean, only to fix what appeared to be multiple electric icy blue orbs upon her. Frightening yes, but they were so..

Beautiful.

Despite being practically gigantic, he obtained quite a bulk, yet was usurped by attractive blocks of obsidian. She couldn't help but feel a sudden infatuation with the demon before her, but that was quickly subdued by the intense hostility he now radiated. And each distinct pulse bred was mothered towards one being; her own.

A subtle pang of fear stabbed itself within her chassis, but as quickly as it had embedded, it vanished as his figure corrected itself. A heated blanket of resentment cloaked itself about her. She knew perfectly well if he so wished it he could squash her like the bug she was, and that angered her. She despised being dominated over, well, at least in the department. Her own body stiffened as her apex rose itself a bit higher than usual, as if half attempting to match his movements.

"Mm.." a rigid response. It wasn't that she was uncomfortable around him, no, she was far from it. She just felt a slight challenge within the air (or at least it felt so to her), and she'd be damned if she wasn't going to meet it head on. For the time being they simply stood, appearing to size each other up in some sense. Her emotions pulled, tugged, and clawed at one another, fighting for authority, yet aggravatingly seemed to blend as one.
"Someone here?"
A stray voice finally broke a tense silence and a palpable atmosphere. Nevertheless, her eyes remained dead locked on his, as if breaking their gaze would result in her defeat, "Guess this is where we part, darling." no longer did her tone flow with a treat the bees lived for, but rather what statues were born out of.

To some degree it saddened her to have to part with his company. She was still more than interested in him, and part of her was unnaturally burdened with the thought of this being their last meeting. Perhaps it was for the best if it were. He instilled and aroused emotions within her that she was not use to paying mind to, let alone bringing back to the living. Nevertheless, she waited for his departure.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/color][/font]

[mantorok]

"Depart? No, I am afraid that I do not intend to do so..." he said, unwilling to leave. He felt as he were being challenged, and he commended it, but he would give no ground. He still could eat, whatever was coming would have to contend with two demon-blooded creatures. He had no fear for whatever dwelled in these depths, the Shadows were his followers, and served him as much as they bound him.

"I do not believe I was finished conversing with you. It has been a long while since any meaningful conversation has been gifted upon me. Your curiousity will be satiated, and woe to any who are foolish enough to walk into a Spider's web. For he is ever hungry, and even the slightest struggle alerts him to his potential food." he said in an almost protective manner.

He had felt something coming from her that he had never felt before. He had to know what it was, there was so much that he did not understand, as old as he was. He would not be denied. They would both be satiated before they parted ways. At the present, if she wandered off, he feared he would never find her again. He was willing to kill any foe, he was as hungry for knowledge as he was for flesh.

He quickly headed to where the voice had come from, his gaze leaving her in lieu of finding the disturbance. His hands curled into fists and unflexed, more than ready to pounce upon the first thing that came into his view.

[xoCharm]

"I do not believe I was finished conversing with you."
Her eyebrow quirked after that. He didn't believe he was finished? Well then, she'd finish for him. Taking orders nor subtle commands and backlashes wasn't her forte.
He finally broke their engaging stare down, feverishly crossing the room to where the voice had sounded itself.

Good, she had won.

A triumphantly snide smirk etched itself across her pallid face; victory was always sweet. Yet.. it wasn't as desirably sweet as it usually was in this case. While she'd won the petty minuscule battle, she felt as if the grand war had yet to be completely vanquished.

Her gaze drifted over towards one of the tunnels directly in front of her. She had a chance to escape, to conveniently exit the cage and whatever may be nearing, but more importantly him. But in all honesty, she didn't want to escape him. Least, not yet. She was still explicitly drawn to him like a moth to a beacon, and really she was just as curious to hear whatever intelligent offer he might possibly have from his previous days. Apart from that she still wished for an explanation as to what he was rather than who. Not to mention his rather enthralling presence and appearance.

"This way!" a heated whisper from another entrance. Her nostrils flared some while she leaned intently forward. Lycan nipped at her senses; many of them. They were planning to surround the two. It wasn't a problem really, she was confident the two of them could handle any team of Lycans no matter how large together, but she wasn't exactly comfortable fighting with a partner, let alone him.

Besides, she preferred to bask in the glory on her own.

With a nonchalant step, she sauntered on over towards the male, only to bring her figure dangerously close beside his own. Some part of her suddenly desired to touch him, but reluctantly she refrained. She meant no harm and she hoped for own sake he saw that. Hell she would have already attempted to take care of him if she did. "What do you say we just get out of here, hmm? Find someplace else with less.. distractions?" her head flickered slightly, motioning towards the escape route she was originally planning; menacing growls had started to hum within, as well the undeniable rapid claw clicks, "For something wicked this way comes. Unless you're still hungry, of course."

[mantorok]

He hesitated. Backing down from a fight was not something he liked to do. He was certain he could easily destroy the onslaught, especially with an extra combatant. She had drawn much closer, and although he did not show it, and hid it as well as he could, he felt his breath become short. He did not understand why.

That made the decision for him. His hunger to -know- was greater than his physical starvation. He would regretfully leave the creatures to live. He would remember this place, though. They would not be so lucky the next time, as he will not have a scholarly pursuit in mind. He turned to her and made note of her exit. She had been rather quick to notice it, obviously she had planned on running whether or not he did. He supposed he never really had a choice in the manner, if he wanted to follow through with his inquisitiveness.

He slid over towards the exit, waiting for her to cross the threshold. Once he was sure she had, he removed a glove, revealing his ebony, glistening flesh. His long fingers ended in sharp tips, and someone with sharp eyes could perhaps catch a glimpse of a spider or two quickly crawling down his sleeves to to avoid being seen. Thick, pulsating shadows built up in his palm, until they launched out in thick, oily tendrils that grasped to every part of the tunnel's opening. He pulled his hand off with a sickening slurp, and put his glove back on. The black, shadowy spider web was very clear to him, but, to a group of lycans on the hunt, he doubted they would have the descretion to carefully investigate the path their scents were before simply charging through. After all, this was their domain, what reason did it have to turn against them?

He began moving down the hallway, pacing himself perfectly with her. He awaited for her to either say something or perhaps say that they were safe. He did not know this area too well himself, having just arrived in the city recently. She seemed to know where she was going, or at least, she had guessed very well. Until he himself gained a definite judgement in his mind, or until she proved to be less than competant, he was loathe to admit that he was at her mercy, that is, if he wanted to leave. He would certainly not let it go to her head, however. After all, he could easily make a nice home down here. It was dark, and food all too willingly ran at him due to its need to prove its superiority over him.

Either way, he was not attempting to make a residence. He left the possibility there, just in case things became unbearable. He was not used to being this hungry for knowledge. He thought he had known all that there was to know, at times. He knew well otherwise, but, rarely did something really draw his interest. He did not like it, but, at the same time, he found it hard to turn down.

He tired of waiting for her approval. After all, he felt controlled enough by the mere emotion, let alone the person attatched to it.

"I am afraid I do not recall getting your name. I understand the need for secrecy better than most, but I would not object to hearing it, if you were to give it." he stated simply. He still sounded in control, in spite of the conflict within.

[xoCharm]

With a bit of hesitation at the thought of losing another meal, he finally forced himself away from the oncoming onslaught. It was a bit obvious the distraught strewn upon him at the thought of running away as well. Samantha didn't see it as such. While more than half the time she adored being the pursuer, it was a bit of sport on her end to turn into the pursued. Besides, it's not like they'd be in dire danger should they be caught up to. They were only puppies.

As she passed the man, a gentle, almost soothing hum engaged her throat. Inappropriate yes, especially the tone it carried, sounding more like a lullaby then anything, but when was she ever really appropriate? It was as if she carried a blatant disregard for her surroundings and possible harsh situations. Which, really, she did. Nevertheless that didn't stop her from living in the moment in a sense. The only time she really stopped to think about anything slightly important or seriously contemplative was when she was deciding how to kill her prey, capture it, tear something apart, or, the loves of her life, the stars.

Odd relationship with them to say the least, but let's not get into that.

"My name?" she giggled before suddenly halting their pace all together. With her right leg extended in front of her a tad, her torso lowered while her left arm tucked itself against her back, her right extending out beside her as her head bowed in suit, "Korse, at your service, m'lord!" a playful smirk puppeteered her lips as she glanced up at him, her oak tendrils swaying against one another in the same manner. Korse in reality was her middle name, but she never gave her first upon first meeting. Just wasn't proper.

A bass like growl suddenly vibrated the very grounds they currently stood on. "Uh oh, big daddy is comin'!" she whispered excitedly. Deliberately accurately she had stopped in this very place for a reason. Erecting her frame, her gaze located itself above them. Bringing her index and middle phalanges to her lips, she pursed her semi-full flesh against them, only to pull them away and blow, pushing a kiss up towards the manhole above. The metal covering burst off, flipping somewhere off in the distance.

Thunderous paw pounds reminded her of the urgency required. The tunnels were all connected as one in one way or another, so unless they sealed off the exit at the other end, they were still open game. The digits that she had lain a kiss on now rotated once, only to pull upwards. Combustion of dried debris and whatever mossy or grassy counterparts threw up a wall of fire. An angry snarl roared behind it; temporarily the lycan had been forced back.

Her hand reached for his own, fingers curling around his gloved ones, "Kommen sie!" she was having too much fun to fully realize what she was doing. Toned legs tensed, only to launch her figure upwards, dragging him up after her. He felt like a damn boulder and it almost caused her to miss the lip of the street, but her sense of balance pulled the both of them forwards and out of the mutt ridden sewer. Releasing him, Samantha jogged over towards the resting street cover she had previously blew off; no pun intended. The fire that she had caused below was now starting to diminish. About the same time the larger Lycan had burst through her wall, she delivered a sharp kick to the reinforced metal plate, and it growled across the pavement towards the exit at the same speed the creature ran.

Just as the Lycan began to spring up towards Amon, the manhole slammed into place, knocking the beast quite harshly against the noggin. A defeated yelp rang briefly. "Ha!" she ridiculed as she practically skipped back over towards him. Stomping to a halt atop the covering, she swirled in a dancers twirl, her trench splaying out after her, as if joining in on the celebration. A mirthful giggle palsied her figure as she finally turned back to him, only to calm herself rapidly. "Ahem, sorry." an offering of an apologetic smile, "Where to, handsome?"

[mantorok]

He looked at his hand for a moment. He was unsure how exactly to react to her touch. He could not even remember the last time he was touched with intent other than to attempt to kill him. He gripped it tightly, rage directed inward for a brief moment, powerful hatred for everything about himself. When it passed, he simply stood still, looking upon her.

"...Somewhere quiet. Somewhere dark." he whispered, as much to himself as it was to her.

He breathed deep the air around him, the darkness growing ever deeper. He could not help but be charmed by her nonchalance, her giddy nature was different from others in his experience. It was normally something he could not stand, people who were frivilous and took care for nothing...but this was different. It may have been used to hide something, or perhaps it was just a general ruse to toy with him. If the latter were the case, she would be in for a surprise.

He looked at the alleyways. Dark, quiet, and between two buildings that looked dead. Those seemed suitable enough. He was aware of the negative feelings often associated when two people walked into a dark alleyway, especially with a shadowy figure such as himself, but he hardly felt that she would feel to disturbed about the notion. On top of that, he felt very little like walking to any publicly known location. He knew how obvious he was, he at least wanted to attempt to remain inconspicuous.

Even if she did fear the alleyways, he would give her a favour to show that he was not to prey on her. He began wandering towards them, gliding along the asphalt with his unnatural grace. He would be the one with his back to the wall, he had not felt trapped in a long time, thusly, if she wanted to pretend that she was in control, he would allow her to keep up that facade. When he truly wanted to be in control, he knew he could be. She could pretend to have him cornered, so that if he tried anything she could pin him there...or flee. He became amused at the mere thought. Amonaroth, prey. Although he was showing her a gesture of proving that he was not yet her hunter, he knew full well, cornered or not, he could easily make her his prey.

He expected her to follow, leading her deep into the darkness as he seemed to melt back into the shadows cast by the alleyway. They accepted him back like one of their brethren, he could always find comfort in their folds. He scarcely found it elsewhere anymore.

[xoCharm]

A minuscule hopeful glint charmed her eyes; hopeful for what exactly it wasn't certain. It took a him a few seconds to respond to her question, and she had a mind to invite him back to her own place. Hell there was food there and it was well secluded. Food might have been cold and she wasn't sure how he coped with being underground in semi stuffy places, but it was worth a shot, no?

Her lips parted a centimeter or two before halting. Once again that hostile force bared its fangs at her, and the clench of his fist confirmed it. Perhaps he was growing tired of her presence or found her annoying. Which she wouldn't be surprised in all honesty, hell she'd be annoyed with herself too if she were him; acting like an ignorant juvenile wasn't exactly pleasant.

Amon began to move away from her, towards a nearby alleyway. A rather somber wet blanket draped itself about her shoulders, and her head slumped from its invisible weight. "Mm.. nevermind. My apologies for my obnoxious activities. I'll leave you be, m'dear." why exactly she was apologizing was a mystery to her; she wasn't one to even look back after bumping into someone, let alone verbally voice remorse.

Nevertheless, she felt it adequate. She wasn't even sure he'd heard her really, for he'd already evaporated into those homey shadows.

Home..
It felt like ages since she'd last roomed herself up within her dreary, arctic catacombs. Surely Animal missed her as well.

A petite, almost sorrowful smile tugged at her lips. Her gaze briefly drifted back to where the man had vanished; he was still gone. 'I'll be more "ladylike" next time.'
With that concluding thought, she pivoted upon her boot clad heel, making her way back towards the edge of the city.

[[ Sorry love but this is going to be Sams exit unless you stop her or something. I feel like I'm boring you and being lame/repetitive, and I no wanna do that anymore. Hope you got your bearings sweetheart. ^^ ]]