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*Bacchus* · 01-03-2016, 09:49 PM

He didn't notice her scar until he started moving closer to her, he'd approached from her left side. As he made his way closer, slowly, and with much deliberation of each step. This one seemed less likely to spook, yet he was taking greater care when coming near. Abaven wasn't that much farther south was it? He'd been past it more than a couple of times in his scourge of the Eastern lands. He'd nod, understanding her words as he took in her shifting form. Bright red eyes would take in her pulled legs and tail, was that more for her or him? She certainly didn't look as comfortable as she had been before he'd disturbed her. He wouldn't get too close, but he would be able to admire the broken flesh that striped down her face. Much like his own trophy of pain. He wondered what her story might have been behind her decoration. "Bacchus Armada," the slate creature would correct as she called him a stranger. "In Fiori every now and then, but I'm no official member." He'd been unable to shake his family ties, if that was a sign of weakness maybe he'd one day soon find out. "If you don't mind me asking, why so far north?" Mismatched ears would perk curiously as he asked his question.
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