Sinkhole Abyss — For Her Eyes Only [p][m]

When Enya grinned, making a comment about her shining scales, Caedwyn smiled in return. She seemed to approve his request to do her decorations and he began to move closer to her - though he paused when she quickly turned back to her bags. He watched with amazement at her skilled movements, as barely a moment passed as she unfurled a roll on her back and quickly slipped into the armor that came tumbling out. The armor itself had a pristine quality and when she shook, a distinct rattle filled the air as bones clattered against bones. It sent a small shiver up through his legs and into his body. She looked rather fearsome in her ensemble. "I wanted to dress for the part", she explained, though Caedwyn stood staring at her - probably a bit awkwardly - a little awestruck at her presence. He certainly didn't want to be on the receiving end of her wrath on the battlefield. Quickly coming back to his senses, he smiled a little bigger and took another step closer, nudging the bowl of paint over with his paw as he approached. "I think I might be a little underdressed," he joked with a smirk, before dipping his toes into the paint and carefully lifting his paw. He lifted his paw to her face, hesitating cautiously should she pull away or reject the motion, then carefully began to draw lines with the paint. Across the bone skull mask, he drew out long lines and then moved to the corner of her jaw. Dipping his paw after each movement, he moved across the scales on her throat and chest, moving down her neck, making a series of tribal-like patterns. Moving on to her shoulder and legs next, he continued painting the designs. His motions were slow and steady, his touch lingering just slightly too long as he touched her in a subtly sensual way. He was both painting and allowing himself to feel the touch of her body beneath his paw. When he had finished painting several areas, he leaned back and looked her over, admiring his work (though more truthfully he was admiring Enya). The sun had swung lower in the sky, moving past the opening of the cavern above them and long shadows began to stretch across the ground around them. Stopping himself from staring any longer, Caedwyn cleared his throat and glanced at the area around them. ”Should we prepare the altar?” he asked quickly. ”I think this rock here will do nicely.” He motioned just behind him, where a large flat boulder rested on the ground. The stone was smooth and had an unusual pale coloration. He looked to Enya for a moment to see if she approved before moving back to his pile of things scattered around the bag he had brought. He shoved his nose inside once again and this time pulled out a large pelt. With a twist of his head, he flung the pelt out across the ground and then reached into the bag again, pulling out several more pelts, some foxes tails, and began scattering some bones around the ‘altar’. After that, Caedwyn began rummaging through the bag, pulling out random bits and baubles, making small talk as he did so while decorating around the field and altar. The sun continued to drift further down toward the horizon and the light in the cave grew dimmer and dimmer in a gray haze. After several minutes, Caedwyn found himself staring into his bag of things (which was now rather empty) with a frustrated expression. ”Well this is no good,” he muttered under his breath to himself as he continued rustling in the bag - his face still holding an expression of disdain. --- Speech.