Long stretches of warm days finally gave way to a drizzle of rainfall. Out along the horizon, the moon hid snugly behind thick clouds that threatened a mid-summer thunderstorm. If one were to listen closely, one could hear faint rumblings out at sea. Along the shore, at the bottom of a steep cliff, waves crashed onto the face. Frothy caps hid secrets in the dark as the petite girl peered over the edge. Beneath the cloak she had hastily made out of a deer hide, her hairless body hid from the elements. Her skin felt relief from the heat as rain scattered over the land, but she knew she couldn't be seen in such a compromise position. Turning her bare cheek back over her shoulder, her aquamarine eyes peered across the small field laden with tall grass and wildflowers. Beside her, her large Maine Coon stood protectively with yellow eyes flitting about. Since the day her hair had mysteriously fallen out, the companion had taken a more protective roll over her. Not that she had asked, but she wasn't going to deny it either. Letting out a wistful sigh as her attention turned back to the tumultuous waters, she sat down with her shoulders hunched and head hung low. What was a girl supposed to do without her beautiful coat? C E L E S T E

a man of hulking visage saunters across the jagged cliffs, calculating his footing in such a way that allows him to scale the side of the rubble until his large paws were firmly planted on the smooth, flat surface. toes splay and claws flex, digging up dirt and agitating the foliage between his phalanges. his neck cranes to the right, tilts slightly as he takes in the cool breeze that carried the skies tears along with it. the heavens opened wide and freyr shed her tears across the land. a slight crack of thunder booms, causing grïmmjow's ears to flatten against his skull.

he snorts, growling low as he returns to his stroll through the tall grass. completely lost in thought at this point, listening to the pitter patter of the rain, he doesn't notice the dame nestled in the grass off to his far left. at the corner of his eye his steeled gaze flickers to the woman who seemed to be shrouded in her own misery. a single brow rises in curiosity, blinking once, twice, than beginning to path toward her. next to her sat a rather large feline and immediately grïmm snarls in annoyance. 'cats'.. he thought to himself with a roll of his eyes, though he pushes that off to the side and dismisses the feline seated next to her - focusing his attention on the maiden.

grïmmjow would clear his throat prior to speaking in a deep, dark, yet alluring voice laced with his icelandic accent.

"hello darling, is everything alright?"

"speech"

The rain pattered softly over the hide that covered her. Even as thunder boomed out in the distance, she stared as if nothing mattered. There would be nothing to fear anymore. She was without her beautiful fur. How could she keep going on? Quietly to herself, she sighed as her chin tucked closer to her chest. Beneath hooded lids, she could see the droplets of water drip from the head of the hide covering her face. Would this be the end of her? Would she go out in such misery? In the midst of wallowing in her own self-pity, Celeste only noticed the approach of the larger fellow when her cat turned to look over his shoulder. Wide eyes peered in the dim light as the stranger cleared his throat and questioned if everything was alright. Her aquamarine eyes roll where they cannot be seen before she looks over her own shoulder at him. Masked in an onyx coat with a slate face, the scarred brute stands tall. Though his deep rumble of a tone sounds concerned, Celeste frowns. "My fur has fallen out," she quips as she lifts her own chin to allow the hide to fall from her head. Revealing a rather naked and very pale skin to show the horror that has become of her.

'her fur has fallen out? how bizarre...'

grïmmjow stares inscrutably at the pretty woman, listening to her wither in self-loathing and pity. the scarred brute looked on, his ears perking and eyes hone in on the parts of her body that were bare. for a while he remains silent, probably making the woman uncomfortable in the process. he may be a huge prick, but when it comes to the ladies he is the complete opposite - unless they come at him the wrong way from jump. grïmm moves closer to her, closing the distance between them so that now he was able to settle down to the right of her, gently brushing against her right flank. he sits proudly beside her, tail attempting to wrap gracefully around her body as if to comfort her in some way. he wasn't the best at showing sympathy, considering he wasn't the most tender lad around.

grimm clears his throat, looking over his left shoulder and angling his head in such a way that allowed him to get a better view of her face. horns and all. she was quite pretty, despite her fur falling out. that did not cripple her beauty in any way. "and this upsets you?" grimm questions with a charming smile plastered on his face. he didn't want her to feel ugly, because that she certainly was not. "you are irresistibly beautiful, fur or not. remember that." he studies her facial features for a moment longer before his large head gyrates to the right so that his steeled gaze looks out across the land.

"speech"

At first, her skin bristles as if her fur was still there. She could feel the prickle lining her spine in defense as his scrutinizing eyes stare at her. Didn't he know it was rude to do that? Her lips are still in a firmly pursed line as she waits for him to say something. Was he just going to stare at her all night in the rain like some pathetic puppy? Feeling nearly defeated, her eyes close for a moment until the sound of wet grass rustling made her look. He was moving closer to her. As if she wasn't some naked rat laid out for anyone to grab. Her heart rate escalated as he sits beside her and feels his tail wrap around her haunches. Freezing in the moment, her eyes look up at him when he asks if being naked upset her. Of course, it upset her! She was naked. So terribly naked without her fur. It was a part of her and she was lost without it. Wishing her cat would do something, she could tell the companion was just as shocked as she was. Even as the brute rumbled about her being irresistibly beautiful, Celeste was left speechless. Why couldn't other boys talk to her like this? The thought of being called a ballsack flitted through her mind and for a mere second, she wanted to laugh. She had other issues at hand to deal with though. Tilting her chin up, she met his gaze that had curled closer to look at her, she wasn't sure what to do. What was she supposed to say? They were now sitting, flanks touching, on a cliffside in the rain as a storm thundered out in the distance. Bless her heart for screaming no and reminding her that she had feelings for someone else. But her brain also said fuck it, he had brought another girl home. A sort of dizziness enveloped her as she tried to sort out a response. This certainly was a first. Maybe she really was a damsel in distress that couldn't handle being out in the wilderness alone. "I appreciate the compliment," she finally croaked out through her dry throat. Blinking a few times, she wasn't about to back down as her senses came to. "I'm really not all that helpless. Just a tad dramatic," Celeste whispered because she didn't need to speak up due to their closeness.

an amused grin is now etched onto his handsome visage. she sounded nervous, he could feel the anxious and tensed aura that radiated from her. he found it to be quite, cute. grïmmjow had always been a sort of womanizer, per say, and perhaps that was a flaw of his. but he really did love the women that flocked to him, even with his horrendous scar on the left side of his face, he still managed to attract the ladies. the way she spoke, he knew she was sort of astonished that he even complimented her. she wasn't ugly, even without the missing patches of fur. he wasn't one that focused on the beauty of things, he was able to see past that.

grïmmjow cackles, his voice dark and alluring, "dramatic is good. if you weren't a tad bit dramatic, you'd be boring." he says, looking down at her in the corner of his eyes. that sly grin never once melted away, instead it only grew. he shifts slightly, shaking out his thick fur coat and extending his front limbs outward in a long stretch. he clears his throat and looks at her with his brilliant blue eyes, not realizing he too had flashed his most notable feature - the grotesque scar on the right side of his maw that leaves it appearing mangled as most of his fangs and gums are on constant display. he turns his head more to his left so that now the cringe-worthy scar is in her direct line of sight. "don't beat yourself up too much, at least half your mouth isn't on full display all the time."

"speech"

What Celeste had failed to notice at first in the darkness surrounding them was the gaping jaw of the stranger. Her body tenses as his cackle rang out matching the ferocity like a crack of lightning. Could she possibly be in danger being around this male? Nervousness causes her body to tense as he comments about the positivity of being dramatic. That she couldn't deny. Being dramatic did prove to help her lead a more interesting life. Whether she was being nosy in other's business or simply having a fun day of hunting, being dramatic never failed her. When he turns his head, even more, to show off the marring scars along his face, her breath gasps. Undoubtedly, it had been an instinctual reaction. She had never seen such imperfection in her life before. How could he go on living looking like that? Words were lost in her throat as she tried to think of something to say. Sure, he was right. Her fur would probably grow back so it really wasn't anything to whine about. His scars would never heal. Swallowing down the lump that had formed in her throat, she blinks a few times. "You're not wrong," she murmurs under her breath, feeling quite frozen in place. "Doesn't take away the fact that I look like a mole rat," her lips wrinkle in disgust. No matter the compliments she would receive, her mind told her she wasn't good enough.

grïmmjow couldn't help but put on a slightly disappointed frown, though it looked more like a smug look. he snorts faintly, looking away from her and out across the land, trying to think of something to say to her disheartening comment. she was quite negative about herself, though perhaps she has every right to be, she not used to loosing her fur. unlike grïmm where his entire life had been turned upside down within only a year of life, he's had a lot of time to get used to his.. grotesque visage. so maybe he didn't quite understand why she was being so hard on herself, dragging it on per say. then again, why would he understand?

the slate-faced herculean glances back down at the lass, switching his expression from that of annoyance to curiosity. thus he opens his maw to speak, "so, if I may.. what's your name darlin'?"

"speech"

She's not stupid. She can see the annoyed grimace on her face at her protest to his compliments. Hell, it almost made her smile. The thing was, Celeste knew the amount of beauty she could exhume if her coat was grown back in. Her personality was the thing that others would say she'd need to work on. In her opinion, she was perfect all around. Nonetheless, she would continue her pouty attitude for the time being because she could. Even when he looked back down at her with that slightly curious gaze, she hummed quietly under her breath. "Oh, I suppose I could tell you," she says softly with a flutter of her lashes. "I go by Celeste," her words are calm, serene almost, with that husky undertone before her lips move into a pout. "And you, sir?" She asks while her gaze holds stead on him.