Wind in the Willows

Someone was coming up on him.



This realization caused him to turn his furry head to view the one approaching. She was a pretty little thing. An autumn leaf fallen on to a patch of clean snow. Two amber orbs shined out at him. Yes, she certainly was pretty. And unmarked with scars too. Plus, she was young. Young meant inexperienced. Something that he could certainly work with, if he so desired. Before he even let his mind wander in its current direction, it would be god to find out a few things, like if there was a big brother or frightening father that may come after him if what he was thinking, hoping happened.



"It is a very nice day, Missy. It's peaceful out here," he replied as he pulled himself up to a sitting position. It was hard to have a great conversation from the ground. Plus, she wouldn't be able to see his handsome face as much, or at least his good side. Burning gold held a friendly and polite note to it as he watched her features.



"Could I inquire you name, Missy? You may call me Greed if it suits you."
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