.:. hellion she-devil's glare, icy, eyes newcomer. ebon pelt ripples in soft moonlight, amber oculi glint. snort emitted, disapproving. ambers catch gaze, and vixen speaks. “I be’ith chanson foncee, known to those of the dark as joie. If you be’ith of the light side, you shan’t call me anything but my given name, which, if you must know, is French for dark song.” bruja pauses, raising dial in superior arrogance.  tilting pallet to side, femora glances at newcomer once more, optics still searching.  “If you join the dark side, I assure it shan’t disappoint.  If you be’ith a steed, perhaps you shall prove yourself malevolent enough to be my mate, my king.” Silky voice lowers to almost seductive purr.  “Come with me, though you are new, unproven.  Come with me…” ebonite vixen slinks back, form soon becoming engulfed in darkness .:.