Like a diamond, she could be beautiful but cold and hardened when need be. But one thing was she still possessed a certain weak spot for the serpents beneath her control. One that was forged by not only that bond and fascination but respect and love. At the very least she could do was offer the once violent were creature some semblance of respect in death, at least for a moment. She found it peculiar that it hadn't not shifted back into its human form, shriveled and lifeless. Perhaps it truly was more monster than man. Yet what was deemed monster... seemed blurred somehow to her. Yet this deed had to be done. She would not bring home a potential threat into her home, and she could not stand the risk of more lives of the people within this city, an extension to her home. The Egyptian took a certain pride where she chose to reside. Why Sacrosanct of all places she hardly knew why she had felt a connection to it.
Yet, her fingers still pressed against those smooth armoured scales lost within a train of thought, her wandering hand caressing a little too close to the spikes upon its head. How remarkably sharp it was.... How deadly they could have been, the barest of touches had already sliced her finger open! She had been lucky to miss those projectiles that raced toward her early on. That sharp pain caused the woman to recoil. The creature, it would seem, was dangerous even in death. At least this shell was. Yet she was so very certain that his essence still lingered and would for a time. Cleopatra was always curious of where those souls went. Of course, her theory was as elaborate as history itself, changing as she aged throughout time. But she was certain that there was something. Death, it would seem held a level of fascination within her. Her gaze seemed to fall back toward her blade embedded into the creature, her hand wrapping smoothly upon its cool familiar hilt. Without anymore song and dance she smoothly pulled it clean from its newfound sheath. Those blades meant too much to her to simply leave behind.
Too much history was tied to those very blades, its longevity a testament to its creation. She wiped the long smooth blade against a flat surface of scale to at least remove most of the carnage from it. She would surely tend to it later as she would herself, now was hardly the time nor place for it, nor did she carry any of it with her. How she had been naive to think she didn't truly need them. Regardless, she would treat it with the respect it deserved. Such an intricate blade it was, one that told a story not only in how old it was, but the engravings littered upon it, even the hilt designed into a cobra. That single question soon escaped her as she rose assuredly to standing, pivoting so that her attention soon parted with the snake and back onto the golden hunter. No he was not forgotten. Even in the dreary darkness he seemed to carry a light of his own, perhaps it was the sandy locks of his hair.. or that gleam from within she hardly knew. Or perhaps it was his blades doing. Of course, he was a man of few words as he confirmed her suspicions. "Ah, that explains it." If only she could have inspected it... the woman was always curious of a respectable weapon. Such a prized artifact that she would most likely have collected if she could ever get her hands on such a piece, or at the very least would have loved to examine. How many secrets could she uncover of him through it, she wondered pensively.
The exotic woman sauntered toward the hunter for a final time, every step silent and deliberate upon the damp ground. She drew close, whether out of seeking solace or of another reason entirely was unsure. There was no doubt that there were other creatures that dwelled within those sewers after all, a perfect place to hide and recoil to. The faint drip of precipitation fell haphazardly somewhere deeper in that darkness.
The snakes around her wrist shifted only slightly, her gentle caress of her powers seemed to soothe them, even at the hunter's sudden gentle touch. Cleopatra hardly seemed worried, her gaze studying his slow movements to examine her wounded finger. His hands rough and imposing in compared to her own. How she thought his touch might have been rough and yet.... It almost felt... concerned. Of course, he would see her as some damsel that needed to be cared for. Perhaps in this instance tonight, she was. What story would be written if he hadn't been there.
"I find your worry.... Endearing. But I assure, you.. I have not lived this long to succumb to a cut upon my finger." The hunter that nearly decapitated a dragonesque snake, worried of.... A deep paper cut. The slow upturn of her lips. "Have no fear.. my blades and flesh shall be well attended to." There was a lilt of humour touching those words, those cloven eyes sweeping across his features. She could tell in those depths of his eyes that he was a man who had lived. Ancient, recognized ancient after all. She wondered if he sensed it of her. His features giving nothing of it.
For a moment they remained locked... his hand still touching her own in a manner that was all to lingering. He was brave to have touched her then, knowing full well the venomous serpents that lingered. However, this man seemed to show no fear in the eye of danger and it would seem, those reptilian creatures paled in comparison to the beast he slayed just moments ago.
A knowing glimmer entering those rich cloven depths and for a moment she seemed content to linger near.. before her own words escaped her. She leaned in, much too easily, that distance hardly a far way. Pressing her warm lips to cheek for a lingering for a tentative moment, a touch too long as if it were not his cheek she were kissing. Before turning her cheek against his, that velvet skin pressed against the roughness of his own, the feel of a man, however there was a suggestive purpose to the way her lips soon whispered into his ear. "I long for..." Those words seemed suspended within the humid air, as smooth as the snakes upon her arm's scales.
She paused for only brush of a breath. "..a very very long bath and wine." A languid soft sultry chuckle seemed to escape her, before pulling away. The Egyptian queen might have enjoyed the warmth of the hard planes of his body pressed against her own, perhaps even enough to consider other actions.. not intended for a sewer. Of all places! "It would seem we both are destined to live another day.." That gaze seemed to observe him contemplatively a moment, her hand had lifted as if wishing to explore.
"I have found your company intriguing, hunter."
She refused to give even a name.. names were such trivial things. How she preferred the obscure as mystery seemed to ensnare them both. Perhaps, he in his own way did too. Or perhaps he simply didn't care. Either way. That was the enigmatic beauty of it. A moment in the velveteen shadows only to brush against him like a whisper in the dark, her steps leading her toward the mouth of the sewer, that roll of her hips perhaps emphasized as if indicated that she too could move a fluid like a serpent.
Hesitating for a moment, looking once over she shoulder before she whisked away into the welcomed folds of night. The vague scent of spice and aromatic flowers seemed to lay in her wake, a single golden bangle the only proof of her existence along with that fading scent left within that cave, unbeknownst to her. How she would have cursed herself for knowingly leaving such a cherished piece of engraved jewelry behind, like leaving behind a very relic. Goodnight hunter." she whispered to herself a brush of laughter escaping her only slightly as a hum in her throat. It was unsure if that intent could be felt or heard, or perhaps nothing at all. All she could focus upon was the promise of the much needed comforts that awaited for her back home.