La Fete des Fous

*Gitan* · 11-19-2013, 10:25 PM

Just as the boulders had started popping up on the horizon, Gitan caught sight of the silhouette. He automatically slowed, narrowing eyes. As he drew closer he started to make out features, she looked like a female he had seen during the battle, then the scent of Glaciem reached him. An idea entered his mind and he forced himself to wipe the mischievous grin from his face. He adopted an easy amble, heading right for her. He had put on his most charming smile and drew up in front of her. Stopping he tipped into a bow, bodice tilting towards the ground, and a front paw extending with a flourish.
?Good afternoon madame.? He would say as he lifted from his prostration. A sense of excitement would go through him. He was going to do it, he was going to try to flirt with one of the silver bastard?s women.

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