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Posted on February 17, 2013 at 02:07:09 PM by T E S S E R A C T
 She was right to be cautious but was she the right kind of cautious? He was no maniac as Jaidah or Fatality were; he did not kill for joy nor taste, no, for he had not killed at all. His paws were as clean as ever and yet... there was a certain danger about him. A danger in the words he spoke and the way his mind operated - mechanical, analytically, obsessively. Manipulative, conniving, and yet with a social intelligence that allowed him to blend in seamlessly; those that held or swayed power should have been cautious. They should have worried over the way he starred and the way his gaze only ever shifted from their own to take in the entirety of their physique; the way he neither forgot their faces nor the words they spoke. In time, he could become dangerous but for now... he was merely a boy lured in by the loneliness of a girl. A boy who quested for others like himself to remove those that held and swayed power; to pluck them from their thrones and take seat where they once did. He was just a somebody who had grown tired of being solitary on such a day. And she? An exquisite being who stood out from the others; the gold over her ears and body reminded him so much of his late brother, Elric. Perhaps she, too, had been gifted with folly names such as the Born King or Golden Child by her Mother. Such a thought brought an amused smile to his features as he settled down before her, his analysis complete. She was small, undoubtedly fast on her paws, and yet she held no aura of threat nor did she smell of any of the four packs that had taken up residence within the new world. He? He smelt of two - the land of mists, Iromar, and the land of Angels, Diveen. A clever ruse had it been intentional; his identity could have easily been up for debate, his trail tracked and tracked but an ending never found lest she enter the realm of Iromar. But why worry over such things? He had, after all, not come for malicious intent and had offered her a rather pleasant greeting had he said so himself. Her response, however, made his brow slide up in silent question. "Indeed, you've roused the interest of at least one. I wonder if any more shall be joining us here in this most unusual meeting place?" He shuffled then atop his paws, an intentional movement followed by a small yawn before he fell onto his belly; paws stretched out before him, his toes flexing and stretching before he turned once more to face her. Head tilted slightly before he motioned to her to follow suit; what was the harm in doing such a thing? The least she could do was run away and leave him with the view all to himself - he couldn't complain. Otherwise, she would stay and either decline his offer as some kind of statement, or lay before him too and share with him some unusual story or they would play games of ego and words. It was how most meetings went, right? "Do you have a name and story to share, lady?" Might as well get the ball rolling; you could only learn so much from a physical perspective. |
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- Taunting the hunter of quieted woods - By Aelora February 17, 2013 at 04:49:34 PM
nascent, nascent - By T E S S E R A C T February 18, 2013 at 02:03:46 PM
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