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Yawgmoth's attention shifted and he reacted. The ground beneath his foot sank in under the weight of his muscles shoving into it. In two steps he was gone to the normal eye. His movement techinque, taught to him by a warrior who almost beat him. A way to utilize his rather large and bulky muscles to achieve great speeds. It wasn't but a few seconds between the twig snaps, the birds going crazy and Yawgmoth's "appearing" about three steps from her. The ground where he stood crushed where he'd stomped down to stop himself from running into her or a tree. "We hear someone poking around. And who do we find..." He said as his tail smashed against the tree she hid behind denting the wood in. "You...."

Yawgmoth scoffed turning his eyes around her and still looking for Aliator. Finally, his gaze returned to her "There is no 'here first' when we are king." he commented. "There are bigger fish than you right now. So help us, or move out of the way. Less you want to finish a game we started last night." Yawgmoth said flashing a grin, purposely showing those gleaming white fangs that had come oh so close to breaking through the skin on her neck. "Is that what you want?" he questioned closing his lips around his teeth. It was clear he was very agitated.....which wasn't unusual from most of the time when he was a grump to everyone anyway.

Yawgmoth's eyebrow quirked at her healing the tree. It sort of impressed him that she was able to heal. Yawgmoth had only met one other clerical creature. That catgirl who healed. But she was weak. Would Ziven follow the same pattern? "So you can freeze our shirts AND you can heal damage. Not bad. So why are you afraid to be bitten? You can just heal the wound can't you?" Yawgmoth inquired being the curious one now poking his head in closer to the tree to inspect her job. "And before you answer that, answer me this. Why are you wearing such a lovely dress with no one around to admire it? Surely you don't think that the nature spirits are going to approve of it. So why? Why wear something meant for company in the loneliness?"

"Because the end of the dress is shorter by most standards. Almost as if you want to show off your legs. It is a rather simple way of getting a male to look at you. And might we add rather effective too. First the legs, slowly up the body to your face. And then they introduce themselves. All by just looking at what skin you have exposed. It is the basic nature of mating and more so to men. It strikes us as curious. You human females are so odd. Despite our attitude and general being an a**, ninty nine percet of females of other species still find us devilishly attractive. And more so when we are showing our chest, arms, or whatever else. You however, have not fallen into this 'trap' if it were. If we remove our shirt what do you think? Don't lie to us either. That won't be very nice." Yawgmoth questioned. It was true. There were countless women, especially in this place, who might've discounted him on his personality for being either crazy or a tyrannical b*****d. But would still easy melt for his looks and body structure. His Crow melted for both, but then again, he melted over her being the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes upon, and simultaneously the most evil thing to exist besides himself.

"Well, what if we told you, that our wife had a wife. As well as us. The nature of our relationship with Crow is a very open one." He said with a laugh. He didn't mention that thus far, Crow had made it clear that he was not supposed to 'get friendly' with her wife. So it wasn't exactly a triangle. More like a 2 sided one. With the line missing between Yawgmoth and Crow's wife. For now. "And that's exactly what we'd like to hear. Physically, you are the same. However. This is where you and I differ. See, we like women like you. Who resist and shove urges down below the surface of their minds and supress all those feelings. It makes it so much more fun for us when we break them open and all those feelings come rushing out. So you see." The Dark King said with a vile glare "You are more than an interest. You are a quest to us. A project. An experiment. One we very clearly mean to finish....Does this discomfort you? Oh well. Don't bother answering. We know it does. It is the same as practicing on a mouse to us. You're the mouse. We're the superior creature. Though, your brain is obviously more complex than a mouses. And therefore there are different goals to attain." Yawgmoth laughed backing up from her. He knew she'd be angry or something. But an up tight woman like her interested Yawgmoth. He was so going to break this one or die trying.

"And you my dear Ziven would be lying your a** off if you said you weren't the least bit curious or interested. Because we have already evaluated the level of your curiousity. You're almost like a kitten. Despite the ever present danger of someone like us you stay. You do not flee, nor shudder. You attempt to stand tall, why? to satisfy your curiousity. To get the answers to your questions. What questions have you now? Now that you're starting to finally shrink back from us. None left huh? and now is it time for you to run from us finally?" He querried leaning his left hand up against the tree she was hiding behind. "Or do you want to stay and find out just what will happen..."

Yawgmoth was taken aback, a witty comeback. Perhaps she was not as afraid of him as he would've liked. Hrmmm. Perhaps he should fix that. "We don't think you get exactly what we're after from you do you? Perhaps, someone with your powers of observation would care to venture a guess? And since it is your wish to understand others, if you do get it wrong we'll be more than happy to tell you what you don't understand. Even the why's and how's. That will be the most entertaining part." Yawgmoth grinned wide. He was honestly hoping she knew what he was after. If not, when he explained it, he'd probably be able to test her 'running' away from him. Slowly an energy system within Yawgmoth seperate from the rest of him began to build up. Just in case, she did run.