<div class="floatleft">(http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn313/NovemberWerewolf/Female%20Characters/Lady_in_black_by_Drakevensia.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Asaria Lao<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Frozen Hearth<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Evening, after sunset<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Gormr, Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>In more ways than one she saw herself much like a spider, needing the juices of other living creatures to live, capable of weaving a delicate yet intricate web in which to catch her prey upon. She hungered now, although<em>thirst</em>was more like it, and the more this Nord sat and spoke and filled her ears with his deep cadences, she found herself instead listening to the steady rhythm of his pulse. How quick and strong it was, this sort of man would recover quickly, and hadn’t he mentioned how long he had walked? In this blistery cold and endless tundra, a day in bed could easily be passed off as a cold, feeling under the weather before he was back up on his feet again, and only if she were to get greedy.<br/><br/>But, alas, that was her demon talking again, whispering in her ear all the possible excuses she could ever want to hear so that she may indulge her curse a little while. She had liked it once, hadn’t she?<br/><br/>Asaria carefully set the ivory wolf down on the table, lifting her eyes to the Nord and rewarded him with another smile. Now, with the light on her side, it was obvious that her eyes were indeed a shade of blue so dark they were the color of midnight skies. “A kind offer; some more wine, if you please, I’ve always found drinks to taste best with others to share it with.” Ah… now there were those demons again. Here would have been the time to dismiss herself, to offer him her well wishes and depart to her room for the remainder of the evening, but the impulse to invite and attract snuck up on her and filled her mouth until flooding with the words.<br/><br/>Asaria didn’t mind his company, however. He was curious, a rough presence but not unsettling. His scars talked of battle and a history that was no stranger to violence. So similar to so many Nords, but there was something singularly independent about this man. It was tantalizing, as was the thickly muscles cords of his neck that made those demons ponder how they would feel with her lips brushing along the warm flesh.<br/><br/>She forced her attention back to her tools, selecting a new, needle-fine probe, carefully taking this across the wolf’s face. Surely, a taste wouldn’t hurt?