[mature] Smoke and Mirrors || Come one, come all.

[Covalto]

Everything.

He wanted god damn everything. Power, life, recognition, blood... Amber woman comes closer and indentifies herself. She calls herself Taria and inquires the ebony mass's own calling card. He blows a low sigh out of his nostrils in a huffling snort and dark lips crack to speak once more. 

"I am Covalto."

He steps forward as the name finds its grounding for the first time in this strange and beautiful place. It is a strong name. A one once powerful in a past life. Here it was smoke, peacefully disspating in the wind. He would habe to fight to make something of himself again. No problem there.

"My Taria, what is it you seek in these woods so late at night?"

Thick tendrils snap at muscled hocks, large poll heightens as his posture streightens. What if she gave him an answer he was not looking for? What if she were not here alone? The thought angers him. By God he didnt want to deal with more than one at a time.