<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/64/Lucy-Lawless.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong> Selene Gallio<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong> Famine/Black Queen<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Sub-Villain<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>  Cairo/ Private Barracks<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong> Loki<br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/>Selene was no fool. As she sat in silence, allowing her cool gaze of ice blue to travel the form of the God prone upon her couch, she noted the glint of green from barely opened lids. So sly, wasn't he.<br/><br/>So deliciously sly.<br/><br/>Silence reigned as Loki decided his ruse was ended, raising himself to sit, continuing the farce that he was injured. The disdain remained etched upon the dark beauty of her visage, a slow blink given to hide the glint of her piercing eyes at his request. Moments that would seem like eternity would tick by as Selene continued her locked gaze with the Asgardian across from her, before finally she broke the spell with movement.<br/><br/>Long legs would unfold from beneath her, feline grace in her every move as she rose to her statuesque height, the barest click of her tongue against her teeth as she turned to sachet towards the small drink cart. When she finally decided to grace his ears with her speech, the tone would be sleek dark velvet, matter-of-fact and businesslike. As she stood at the drink cart, turned just enough away to allow Loki to see some of her movement, but hidden enough to allow the slight of hand used while pouring him a glass of water.<br/><br/><strong> “ Questions. Indeed I do have those. Why a God would allow himself to be shot down within the parameters of the One that could easily take that God out of the universal equation, being the first. But I have the answer to that question. You couldn't stay away from It.”</strong><br/><br/>Turning to make her way towards Loki, hips swaying beneath the leather that clung delightfully to her curves, the rise and fall of milky globes enticing, she would stop before him, raven tresses falling to shadow her face, her smoldering eyes, as finally a slow cool smile curled blood red lips. Offering the water to the God before her, the water now holding an added feature, she would purr low.<strong> “ You feel it beneath your feet even now. You want it, the Power He has. My lord, I am the conduit that you need to gain that what you desire. Questions for me now perhaps?”</strong>