This one strikes lucky, and he's comfortable with her now. Her name's Azucar, she isn't part of the Basin, she likes killing things, she's sort of pretty. Eh, he's not enticed completely. Maybe he's gay? Inside, he's pleased to know that someone is worthy of his time and shares common hobbies.
She doesn't stay with him too much longer after he bites her, tasting the sweet essence of little drops of her blood that barely escaped her when he got a hold of her precious flesh. He was more than pleased with himself. The Unknown filled his walls with laughter, mad and slamming itself into transparency, finger nails clawing for freedom. Scinfaxi finds his escape in a laid back way, appearing beside the stallion where only Shajake's vision can be aware of the solid white body. Gold eyes hold their place on the mare while the mad man's green eyes linger elsewhere. His single ear hears the noises she makes, and at the sound of a snap, the white man winces and fades.
'I never liked the idea of killing.' "Yet you stick around. Time to move out."
More arguements follow, yet this time the man ignores them completely. She comes back with a dead rabbit and flowers. In return of polite gifts, he takes the rabbit and slings it to his withers, holding it there. For the flowers, he takes them and holds them for a moment, remembering the gift he had offered Half-Eye when she came to him pregnant after the rape. Azucar wasn't standing around with his kid up in her stomach and dying to get it out of there, but she was polite enough to offer him something.
Placing them to the earth, and looks around for something he could take down easily and bring back alive. Snakes would already be gone (what kind of girl wanted a snake thrown at them anyway?), and mice would pose a challenge. He looks at the flowers and finds her some, returning to offer them to her. He's never really that patient when it comes to giving gifts, and throws the flowers to her.
While they shower her, he sneaks that weird smile of his into the equation and nods his head once to her in a way of saying that it suited her. "Prit.... Eee.... Uooh..."
He tried, so give him a thanks for that at least.
Scinfaxi chuckles, half hearted but surprirsed to hear Shajake say something of that sort to her. 'So maybe the flowers do make her look beautiful, do you think so?' I don't know.
Those words pain the one who is like a ghost, staring at the stallion who known to be a monster trying to be nice to her just because she offered him flowers and a rabbit. Everything seemed backwards for the day, so please ladies and gentlemen, mark today was the opposite. It's exactly what it is.

"talk talk talk"