They Say We're Crazy

*Charon* · (This post was last modified: 07-26-2014, 03:26 PM by Charon.)

The brute was apparently caught up in one of his famous mood swings. But he hardly took notice of this as he leapt gleefully from rock to rock, all weariness forgotten from his travels. This woman had a brilliant coat, and he was entranced by it. However, that spell was soon broken as her small pet stood between them and snarled, his tiny fangs bared in the stranger's direction. Charon chuckled once more, confused by such an act of bravery. Did he not know that the muscular brute could tear out his throat in the blink of an eye? But of course he couldn't really do that, not with this lady standing so close. She would kill him for it as well. Perhaps that was where the rat got his bravery. While he posed as her bodyguard, truly he was depending on her.

His ears would twitch as a nonchalant grumble distracted him again. Need something? she had asked. The man grinned at her, ivory teeth gleaming in the warm light of the sunset. "Not at all, my queen," Charon murmured. "I only wished to see your gorgeous pelt up close." And so, ignoring the hissing rodent at her feet, Charon moved forward. Step by step, until he was only a few feet away. One could argue that he was still holding a respectable distance between them. But the way he was smiling made it feel like they were much closer. His golden irises devoured her form. "Your fur is really quite beautiful," he said, voice soft and enticing. Something told him this woman would not fall for such an act. "Do you think that I could... touch it?"

"SPEECH"

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