Solais sat quietly, watching a rather fetching redhead practice her swings at tennis. Needless to say, he did this from some distance, sitting atop a high wall, his wings put away for now. A sleeveless black silk shirt and a pair of black jeans, somewhat loose on his frame covered his body, a pair of black shoes on his feet. His slightly mussed hair blew in the breeze. He brushed a stray lock of it from his eyes. He was in his human form, naturally; being unobtrusive doesn't work too well when you've got a ten-foot pair of wings announcing your presence, after all.

"Mmmm. Tasty." A muttered comment came as the current object of his attention bent over to catch a low-flung shot, knocking the ball back over the net with a solid 'whock!' from her racket. The way she did it showed flexibility, agility, speed, strength...and a lovely view of a breathtaking figure. Her red hair flew as she returned shot after shot, catching the light in her fiery locks. He wondered idly if the carpet matched the drapes. Or if there was carpet at all. It didn't really matter, not to him...but it was something to think about while he watched her spin and twirl and dash from one side of the court to the other, slapping the little white lines out of a poor defenseless little ball with a savageness he wouldn't have identified such a sweet-looking girl to have. Of course, then again, the way she set her body when she wasn't moving practically screamed fighter, too...but the posture didn't exactly match the features. Her face didn't seem right for the almost warlike countenance it bore. It seemed like it would be better suited to laughter and joy than a glare or that careful lack of expression...or better yet, to screams and moans, as her sweet flesh writhed and arched beneath an experienced hand, begging for more, begging to be allowed rest, all at once, niether coming out particularly intelligible...

The Nightmare blinked mildly, restraining himself before he decided to jump the gun and swoop on the girl now. For the moment, he simply continued watching her hone her skill at the game of tennis, swatting her ball back and forth, apparently unaware of the fact that she'd been marked by a being of dark power with a lack of morals and virtue that bordered on the divine. Hers was sure to be a fun afternoon...in a sick, twisted sort of way.