Of Demons and Darkness

A whisper of grass trailing its long fingers across fur.



Steel and gold turned to behold the man who stood there. He was an attractive fellow. His white fur and dark markings setting off the most interesting eyes that Greed had ever seen. One was a pure and deep blue, the other a bloody ruby with a drop of the bluest of waters in the center around the pupil. The being was male, and already the knight of shadows and snow wanted him. He was unique, and dangerous by the perfect array of muscle that stretched over his frame. A fantastic specimen of a wolf.



"Baldr must have worked hard on you."



Who the crap was Baldr? he was not a religious fellow and barely had a second thought towards the ones who made the world keep on spinning. Was it a compliment? A crafty insult? Maybe even a threat? The crafty man hid his lack of understanding and gave a small smile, replying in a neutral voice that ended with his usual flirty nature, "Yes, I believe he did. The name's Greed, so who might you be?" A perfect eyebrow quirk ended this exchange, along with a Cheshire cat grin, something that held just a little bit of manic flare.
Speech!