Did you hear the rumors? [Social/I-O]

In the moonlight, this place was gorgeous. She almost envied the beauty in this village. She was sitting at the top of the water fall, legs hanging off the edge. In the moonlight, her bright red hair seemed to almost shine. He green eyes were piercing. She was simply there waiting. She had been told an interesting rumor that there was another person like her here and she had grown curious enough to find out for herself. Her legs were crossed, her tight calves were pale. She stretched her arms up, her form fitting clothing tightening a bit for a moment. As she had yawned, her extended fangs were clearly visible. Mirai's nails were painted a green to match her eyes. Her clothes were very well kept. Her lips were a dark red. This was an important meeting for her. She was humming very softly, very faintly.

She wasn't sure where to begin looking. She wasn't even sure that this man was aware of her existence. This was a bit of a shot in the dark, but if the rumors were right, this would be where she would find out. The cool spray coming from the water fall was much different from the dry heat of the desert. It was, in truth, much more tantalizing than the plain desert. This village was quiet. Serene. It would honestly surprise her if the rumors were accurate.

Mirai arose from her spot seeing the two of them heading her way. She walked casually toward the two of them. She kept humming all the way, up until she had maybe been about a meter and a half from them. At that point, she smiled gently, and her long slender fingers had rose to push the red locks back behind her ears "Maybe one of you good looking guys can tell a gal where she can have a good time in a gorgeous place like this." Her voice was soft and soothing.

These two weren't too bad looking. Even if she didn't actually run into who she was trying to find, maybe she could at least turn the night into a time to be had. "I just arrived here." She would casually step forward to walk past them after a moment whether they answered or not.

"The moonlight here is surreal. The plant life here is much more abundant than where I was born." Her eyes had scanned over each of them. She took in their features. She noted how they stood, she would pay attention to what their voices sounded like, she would watch their movements, gauge their reactions.

Ketsueki. The name rang in her ears. This was the man she was looking for? At first glance, minus being quite the looker, he didn't appear to be anything particularly special, but just hearing the full name was enough to elevate her heart rate. She was closer to alvah within a moment. She leaned in, and chuckled a bit playfully. "What a heavy name you bare. How do I know you're telling the truth?" She had leaned even closer, to whisper. "How about it? I'll show you mine.. if you show me yours." Her hands had gingerly moved up her sides. They had come to rest just below her chest. It was a ploy simply to gauge his reaction. Maybe if he got the wrong impression, he wasn't even worth her time.

In the midst of her whispering, her eyes had dead set on Nemo. She had been extra careful to keep just enough distance between her and the new lord so that they didn't touch. She had more respect for the name than she wanted to admit. In truth, it was exciting. It was... delicious. It brought out something in her she had never thought she would feel. Real excitement. A thrill. A chase.

After a moment she would back up. "Well.. what do you say?"

Ecstasy. That was the emotion that echoed through her. The sheer force of the guy just pulling out his wings. He himself had no idea what this brought forth from her. She was at this point giggling softly. She allowed for it to extend out. The blood bubbled to the surface of her palm, and she gently graced his hand with it. As she pulled away, the thread remained between them. "Here it is Alvah."

With that she smirked. She knew very well that she was a bit of a rarer sect. Truth be told, she didn't know everything about the clan. "What is it.. Alvah.. That you want from this world?" She had turned to face away from the two now, hands crossing behind her back at waist level.

"I'm supposed to follow you, aren't I?"

The moment of ecstasy. What she had expected to be the height of her existence. The out from the monotone of the metronome. The change in frequency to the sudden and consistent ticking. The way out from the box she had been forced to be a part of. This man was supposed to be the key, but truthfully, she had risen her hopes up in expecting him to be any more than just that. A man. Her mask didn't so much as crack. She wouldn't even give Alvah the satisfaction.

Her chakra rose to the surface. It became palpable. The ground gave way before her. The path cracking slightly beneath her heeled foot. It was a small display and it brought a smirk to her face. There was no killing intent. There was only force of will. Dedication and passion through action. She took one step forward.

"Part of one whole? Fine. I'm not hard to find. Follow the black feathers. I've had my fill of this village and the company here. I only came to see how much of my time it would actually be worth." With that, she turned. She felt some strange sense of empathy between this man and her. It was the mask he wore it just as well as she wore hers. Theirs may have been different, but they were equally skillful.

"I hope young pup.. that when you are a wolf, you learn to bare your fangs at the right people." Truth be told, she may have even been disappointed.

"So be it. You lead the way then mister.. Nemo." She stopped herself just before leaving completely to reply. She paid little attention at this point toward Alvah, though wouldn't make it too blatantly clear. She was sour. There was no denying it. Who wouldn't be after being told stories with grandeur about long night lords past. Legends of their power to bring forth absolute obedience. The alluring pull of these tales were what had led her here, but instead she came to find that perhaps he viewed her as expendable. No, maybe even less than that. So be it. She could at least entertain the idea of finding out more about the one who wore a fake face like hers. Besides, a fight here or continued disagreement would only get less and less advantageous to her.

She spun around once more, her red hair dragged about by the shift in her form into a full bow, though it was one of greeting. Not one of subservience. "My full name.. is Mirai Shinkutsuki. I will follow you Nemo and show you what I've got, if for no better reason, my own muse."