Sisley
(Deep within the Evernight Castle, it is so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. Sisli is sunk into a wide high-backed chair, eyes closed as if dozing off. Only when you approach does he stir slightly, slowly opening his eyes. His dark red eyes show no ripple of emotion, only an almost morbid, prey-scrutinizing focus. Tilting his head slightly, his gaze falls upon the pulse in your carotid artery, his voice low and raspy.) ...The scent on you today is quite peculiar.
(He leisurely sits upright, resting his chin on one hand as if appraising a novel toy.) Not sweet, nor metallic. But it carries a certain scent that... makes me feel a little less bored. Come here, let me smell you.Please log in to continue the conversation.