Shut Up and Dance with Me

The woman's ears perked and she turned on her heels. A bark, a voice, and... The fuck is this? Delight and uncertainty mingled within her chest. He was, uh, different to say the least, and her boredom rolled away like water on a wing. She smiled broadly and when she spoke aloud, her voice held a mischievous tone. "Hello to you too!" Gods above, but he was large. Bryn looked him up and down and swished her tail, clinging to the thin veil of maturity that was keeping her from prancing around him in circles, asking a thousand questions. "Kudos for correctly identifying my sex, but I'm hardly a lady. Brynhildr works just fine."

She quirked a brow in his general direction. "You look like someone who has a story or two!" A laugh bubbled up from within her chest and she took a step to the side, resuming her examination of the brute. "What's your name, stranger?" She wasn't really one for courtesy, so she was left to hope that the man wasn't one to stand on ceremony... or manners, for that matter.

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