Nyxeris waved her hand around dismissively. "Enough." Her tail whipped back and forth languidly as she peered at Darkic. "I knew I smelled death on you." It was the stench of rotten flesh or anything grotesque. The scent was something she couldn't put her finger on, but she knew it was death. The realization had her frowning. How did she know it was death? It probably wasn't because of the snow leopard in her which peaked her interest even more. Could their attraction be due to the dark part of their nature?<br/><br/>Sent from my SPH-L710 using Tapatalk