Feel Good Inc.

The man’s smirk broadened to a grin as the stranger replied in good humor. She sat and commented. He was mildly interested by the note – he wouldn’t have thought about it in the forests. He supposed that, while it might not have been as interesting as the more fantastically-colored pelts he’d seen around Alacritia, being duller natural colors did have its advantages. He smirked as she laughed that her markings helped him notice her. ”That it did,” he agreed, his voice soft and smooth like silk.

She introduced herself, and he dipped his head down in a small, graceful bow. ”Nagendra Bahri. It is a pleasure to meet you,” he introduced, straightening. A small simper still adorned his muzzle as he eyed her. ”Of course, a name tells me little about who I’ve happened across. Whatever were you calling for? ... Be you angel or enchantress? Have you a duty to the skies, or the underworld, or perhaps neither?” he grinned as he wove his words, somewhat evasive in diction. Although his first impression was that she was more likely of the sweeter disposition, he did not completely fall to ignorance, nurtured by the fair look of a woman. Fiamette, although she had never threatened him, had made promises of her own hellishness that he still did not doubt she could conjure up.