When Zoe makes a slightly sarcastic joke, the Slender laughs. At least what she thought was a laugh. At least she/he/it has a sense of humor. Pretty sure that it’s a she. The hair and the voice were kind of give a ways. Plus she kept referring to male Slenders. Probably female. Probably. Zoe wasn’t too sure she wanted to give it much thought. Then again, she always had to give things thought, even if said being was attempting to eat her, or something.
When the Slender speaks again, it answers Zoe’s question about the gender. So she is a woman then. The voice was the same as it had been at the beginning of their meeting. Both male and female. If Zoe wasn’t thinking about not getting eaten, this would be rather remarkable. The appendages and the voice changes, how fluidly the Slender moved. It was something she had heard from some of the ghosts. But they had never mentioned being eaten by a female Slender.
A part of her knows that the Slender keeps her talking to pinpoint her location. Which Zoe didn’t care for. But she had been accused of talking too much on multiple occasions, because she honestly couldn’t help herself. She was a talker. “No. You don’t sound like a male.” She says softly, before moving out of that spot again. “How do I know you’re not just telling me this to make me trust you, making me come out, so you can kill me?” Again, she moves quickly.
She quickly hides in another spot, frowning as she crouches down and watches. As she crouches down, her keys slide out of her pockets, to the ground and clatter loudly against the pavement. She inwardly swears, picking up the keys before moving to hide again. Way to go keys. You apparently want me killed, don’t you? You make me the worst ninja in the world.
The growl was heard coming from her throat once again, but it was softer. The girl’s stubbornesss was beginning to get to her. Though, wasn’t that a good thing? The Slender overlooked that. She thought that she could probably get proxies in an easier way, but this was all to fun for her. She would have to do this hunting game more often then.
“Trust is the key here,” she speaks, tilting her head to the right. “You have great endurance, but trust is something that you lack.” Four out of the six tendrils were pulled into the silts of her dress, which was really them just retracting into her back. She always seemed to keep her front two out nowadays, using them for grabbing and whipping; that and her claws, which were currently out at the moment.
The demon could sense that she was still in the area. She hadn’t left yet. The girl spoke that she didn’t trust her, but the Slender was certain that she was unsure at the moment. Everyone was somewhat curious about the Slenders; and if not everyone, than just the special ones. “Do tell,” she mused, feeling around with her tendrils, “do you have any past with the À̐́̓͘f̈́̋̀t̐̄̇͝e̶͛͐̓̓ͮ̐̽̃͡ṙͮ̇̑ͤlͫͨ̆̋ͫíͤ̋̌͊̆̇ͬf̨ͮ̇ͥͯ̋ͮ́eͨ̇̀͟?̾̿̈”
The sound of keys rung in the Slender’s nonexistant ears. She stopped, just like she had done before and slowly turned her head towards the noise, her grin wide. The eerie crack could be heard again, like the sound of someone bending a piece of wood in an odd fashion. Bending it like a joint in a human body; a puppet or sorts — a puppet who hadn’t been played with for thousands upon thousands of years.
When her head stopped, she remained frozen for a few moments. Then, in the blink of an eye, she lunged towards the spot of the dropped keys, only she stopped to give both herself and the girl a few feet of room. “There you are. Y-You’re not as quiet as you look.”