Born To Die.
09-06-2014, 10:07 PM
Her affectionate moniker seemed tainted somehow, and it did little to set him at ease. If she was surprised by his arrival she hid it well. Languid tones would slip from her icy maw and simmer in his ears. What to call him? She could call him anything she damn well pleased for all he cared but the granite boy thought he might as well offer his name. "Albion," he would say shortly. She had utterly ignored his question, but... He restrained a sigh. It was already appearing as if this conversation wouldn't be going as planned. He had half a mind to just bid the strange fae and her... friend good afternoon and be on his way. His eyes drifted over the snake's form, appreciating. He was wise enough to recognize the lethality in his shape and coloring, but if the pale wolfess he faced wasn't worried he saw little reason for concern so long as he maintained a bit of distance. He could outrun a snake on the ground, and rat piss to anyone who thought otherwise. It was the lunging that would be a problem. "He's a handsome fellow, at any rate," he would say almost amiably. His tone lacked something of warmth or intrigue, but the interest was certainly there. His point and purpose was clear, and he could only hope the strange would not evade him any longer. |