Red Fish, Blue Fish
Kuroki
Marauder
Bloodletter
05-27-2022, 05:28 PM
Kuroki had caught wind of Ashen's new face and made a point of trailing after her, seeing what she was made of. He wondered what it was about Ashen that had drawn them in, as in his eyes it had a weird, mismatched vibe after since his sire had wandered off to do his own thing. Kuroki's feelings had muted overtime, he'd never been all that attached to the man so he couldn't say he shared his sister's sense of betrayal. But he got it, sort of. As much as a guy like him could, the sort who didn't seem to be phased by much at all. Caring only just enough to get buy, to not be a complete and utter prick. He slowed to a walk as the Grande branched off in two directions. One left and the other right. From the weight of their paw prints it appeared the newcomer had hesitated a moment, wondered what direction she ought to take. Whether she was curious or concerned as to what would happen next, where life would take her. Completely not fussed by such lines of thoughts, Kuroki moved with an easy slouch, slow and confident as he made his way closer to the riverside. She sat still and patient, eyes glued to the water. Yet another fisher, lots of them in these parts. "Fishing huh?" He said as he flopped to the floor, a decent distance behind her as to not spook her potential prey with his looming shadow. If she wanted to fish he figured he'd keep her company, judge her attempts and overall make a pest of himself. As he did best. How else to get to know someone, other than poking and prodding to see what made them tick. Or snap. "We used to keep the nets on Inu island, dunno if they're still there." He reached up a hindlimb and kicked behind his ear, no tact and no manners. "Hey, what's the biggest fish you've caught?" |
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