Red And Gold

The tilt of her head. The thrum of her laughter. It was strange to say the least, and he was slightly irritated that she was smiling as opposed to backing up a pace or two. But his irritation he would not show. Allowing his shoulder fur to lie somewhat flat, the multi-hued creature gazed steadily at her. She offered to him a name, and that name he would store away in his mind. Takira. It was strangely...different. Beautiful in name, her attitude so far seemed to match. With a somewhat rough snort at her question about him, he swept past her. His tail flicking roughly past her nose as he stopped a few paces beyond. Should he give her his name? A hint of a smile kissed his lips as he stared at her, his eyes narrowed only the slightest. "You can call me N." He murmured briskly.

His full name was not one to give out lightly, for if ever he made enemies which would most likely happen in the future, he wanted to keep his identity as hidden as possible. Though perhaps this woman, with time, would learn it. Eyeing her, he wondered then where she had attained such scars. Perhaps she had pissed someone off, or lost a bad fight. Lazily, he looked her up and down. As if she were a piece of candy he was entitled to, but did not yet want. "Those scars. What are they from?" A man of many words he was not, but fire with fire he could fight if need be. Though he sorely hoped she was not up to it, he was only just securing his temper and he did not want to unleash it upon this babe.