ardent

i can feel it on my chest

deluge



Dread

Raiders Hollow
Shadow Voice

Master Fighter (240)

Master Intellectual (295)

An icon representing the specialty Bard Bard
age
3 Years
gender
Male
gems
86
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
posts
180
player
wicked

Double MasterStudentRapid Poster - Bronze1K
04-11-2023, 04:29 AM
Find #16

Well, she didn't look miserable, and she wasn't saying no. She was under no duress, and Dread would take that as a win. Small victories? Maybe. Large victories? She was so fucking close to him, all in his personal space... all in his head. Dread's heart was still hammering away in his chest, and it wasn't from the physical exertion of their little scuffle. This was something else. This was something better. "Yeah well, we have ethics or whatever that keep that from happening." There's something so... so dangerous about the Pirates. So foreign to him, but... well, maybe it seemed freeing to be that wild. Not just wild, but feral. Outside structure, out of bounds, and unruly. They just lived like that. What would anyone do with all that freedom? A little puff of air into his face, and Dread was back in his body again. A reactionary sneeze, thankfully not on her as she got up.

"Days?" Dread peered incredulously at the girl, rolling to his feet as well. How the hell did the Pirates run things if they went so far as to misplace children? Different worlds, the pair of them. Different worlds, but he's left watching her with puppy dog eyes as she darts in for another kiss. Caught by surprise, caught off guard... just like the rest of her. Fuck, what was she doing to his head? Dread wasn't going to say he wasn't enjoying every minute-- he's not a liar. Dread pounced after the girl, grinning and tossing his head. She had a good point about needing a disguise. "A bath and then a disguise, yeah. Pirate smell will give you away before they even see you."

Dread stands back for a moment, looking her up and down. Shit she's pretty... focus, idiot. Right. Focus on the task at hand. "We can wash you off in the river, then maybe have a little fire and cover what we can of your more distinctive markings with charcoal." Dread reached out in an effort to poke at the pink spot on her cheek with his muzzle. Cheeky as it is, he can hope that it's enough to obscure the girl's identity from anyone who might not be so happy to see her trading in the markets.





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