You Are Not A Parking Ticket

The call that came for him pricked up his ears, faintly familiar as it was. If he'd heard it before, it was only in passing, because he couldn't bring to mind any particular moment he'd have heard the voice. Or maybe it was familiar only in that it resembled another voice, which was hardly unusual.

Chaos had been perched, or rather, sprawled, atop a rock foundation, all that remained of a farmhouse long ago. He was letting the weak winter sun warm his dark coat, and as he rose from the rocks to answer the howl sunlight sent blue and purple shimmers of highlights rippling down his black fur like the sheen of oil. He yawned briefly and stretched before trotting out to meet whoever it was.

'Whoever it was' didn't take much of a guess, he realized as he got within eyesight, and he grinned as his gaze traveled over the youth. He couldn't imagine anyone but an Aeris having a coat with that particular somethin'-somethin' to it, and his gaze lingered speculatively on the markings beneath her eyes. Artemis had had feathery markings beneath her eyes as well, but this girl's markings had a different feel to them, something that put him in mind of the white markings beneath his own eyes, the dots that proclaimed his own bloodline. He caught the tip of his tongue thoughtfully between his front teeth. Another of Artemis and Angelus' get, maybe?

Finally he grinned and threw himself down onto his haunches to sit lazily regarding her. "What brings you to Legion's borders today?" he asked, his voice informal and relaxed.