Bethel
05-31-2018, 07:39 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-31-2018, 07:41 PM by Armando.)
Casanova was on a rare trip away from the island. After much begging he'd convinced Atlas to take him inland for a stretch. The two had parted ways for a bit and so, on his own, Casanova had decided to see what kind of business he could drum up. The shrine had piqued his interest immediately so he'd holed up in a nearby tree to wait for a passerby. With little to do, time had passed slowly. Eventually he'd caught a sleeping sparrow to snack on and was in the middle of plucking it when Archon arrived. The gigantic wolf had approached quietly. So quietly, in fact, that Casanova hadn't heard him coming. Upon seeing Archon across the shrine, he'd scrambled down the tree in a flurry of feathers and crept over to the nearest rock. There he paused to clean himself up. Once presentable Casanova skittered up the symbol-laced backside of the rock. He perched at the top like a chubby little gargoyle; his back straight and his tail wrapped snugly around his paws. The little huckster raked a keen eye across the wolf. He was a big, strong looking fellow. Didn't appear to have missed many meals. The self-assured sort, if Casanova had his guess. And yet this big, strapping brute stood there with his head down, cowed by some kind of deity. Casanova loved him already. "When you speak," he called softly, "does anyone ever answer?" |
Armando has a female tufted titmouse companion. It doesn't have a name because it's dumb and doesn't deserve one. Assume it's with him always.