Was is possible for darkness to deepen? Could the shadows take a life of there own? Oh indeed, it was possible. Those shadows that gathered beneath the rain dampened trees surrounding Flame began to coalesce, working into shape, into form, gathering into an inky pillar. The sound of the rain didn't seem to dull down the sound that began to seep into the forest, whispers, promises, even as the Shadows that were her own to call seeped away from the woman that now stood behind the pacing Flame. A tower of alabaster flesh, a pillar of delicious curves, of sleek muscle, all bound enticingly so in leather. Waves of moon kissed hair fell to the forest floor, rain dripping down the tresses, kissing against milky globes. Alomondesque eyes of blazing white would stare upon Flame, and lips of lush red would curl at the corner for the barest smile to be shared. Her voice, though sultry and low would rip sarcasm like the leaves dripped the rain. “ Such rage in such a male. How delightful..”