Born To Die.
09-11-2014, 06:52 PM
Albion had the feeling that it was time to make his escape. It was hardly a subtle, creeping feeling, but closer to an icy brick lodged deep in his lower intestine. He cleared he throat a bit awkwardly and took a step back. "Ah, sorry," he stuttered. "I kinda need them, and I have no business guarding anyone." He took another few hasty steps in retreat. Gods, this fae must be crazy. She had this weird way of speaking that made him a bit leery to begin with, and she wouldn't even answer his questions. No, he had no business with her. I told you to just keep walking! he would remind himself. It wasn't until the snake reached out in an attempt to brush his belt that Albion sprang backwards with a nervous laugh. "Listen, it's been great talking to you but, uh, I've got a thing. So. Yeah." Another nervous laugh and Albion turned, loping away. Good gods, that ought to teach him to be curious! He'd learned a long while ago that certain wolves, and typically rogue wolves without the company of others of their kind, were very strange. Oh yes, he'd be much better off without anymore contact of her sort. -EXIT ALBION- "Speech," Think |
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