10-25-2017, 09:35 AM
As menacing as he can be, as he usually is, he is truly not intending to hunt anyone down today or find a girl to warm his side for the moment. He is simply exploring when he stumbles upon the sleeping woman leaning against the hibernating skeleton of a red maple. He stops, like a deer caught between fleeing and freezing, mid-step with his leg curl in anticipation of a gentle next step. His ears press forward and his teal eyes drink her in for a moment, he has never seen her before but she seems awfully comfortable. She must indeed live here, he presumes to himself as he lingers there like a fool. He doesn’t necessarily want to wake her, or even get caught staring. He breathes carefully and picks his steps as silently as he can, flashing through what shadows he can find. There are not enough leaves to cast big clouds of shadow to conceal him. He isn’t the lightest or smallest footed individual in the land, but he tries his best to slink away like a cat. His magic does him little good with only skinny shadows about. c h e m d o g in absentia luci, tenebrae vincunt |
