|Date: spring||???||Mood: unsure|
Suffice to say this girl was certainly weird. While she was pleasant enough for the eyes to look at, he wondered just what good it was going to do him by staying near her. But to be honest, all the travel has really caused him to be quite lonely, so even if he comes across as rude, he means no harm, not really. He’d never learned suave manners with the ladies, you see, thus making him a complete nincompoop, to be honest. He would learn, eventually, he assumed, but who knows.
He watched, listening to her soft spoken words as she danced around him. He laughed, a rough sound as he watched her. He would not harm her, non, that was not his plan. He shook his head, when she challenged him, no, to lay a paw against another like her in a power-fused rage was not in his life plan. With all he had he would keep that from ever happening to anyone he knew, at least, by his own paw. His soul shuttered, thinking about the possibility of turning savage as his own father had.
He shook his head, looking back at the pretty little thing before him. She asked where he was from, after pointing out they sounded different. “I’m from the south, chère, somewheres yous prolly never been befores.” the creole drawl released more, the accent coming out brutish and rough, almost sounding like the words had been rubbed against sandpaper before he spoke them. Some complained they couldn’t understand a thing he said when he spoke, he liked it though, being a mystery to everyone but himself. Though, one called it…soporific, almost causing that one to fall asleep had been… interesting to say the least.