HEARTBREAK CITY

A deep breath would pass through his lungs at her words, and his mind would reach back, remembering. Closing his eyes momentarily he would think, before his oculars would snap open, taking in the white dame again. He remembered her clearly. "Lo, I remember you, and how are you darling? Last time I saw you you were disposing of a rather... unsatisfactory creature?" It was true, the first time his oddly coloured orbs had lain on the beautiful dame, she was locked in a death-match in a clearing of white wolves. Vaguely he remembered the black wolf who had joined them, and how out of place she had seemed next to the ivory creatures who watched the match unfold. The bird, lo, the bird was annoying but an interestingly gruesome creature.

Drawing his legs under him he would rest back on his haunches, his tail wrapping neatly around him, the colour an outstanding contrast against the ebony granules beneath him. "Tell me petite sorciere, what's your title?" Easily he would lapse into french, the words rolling from his tongue with a small smirk.