07-26-2018, 07:37 PM
[size=9pt]Speak of the devil and she shall come. Or, beg for the vamp and she probably will, too. He releases a breath of relief when he spots her, and instantly turns with hope that she'll follow. "Don't sell yourself short, Fangs," he says as he walks, clearly rushed. But Moons a charmer at heart, and so he spares time to throw the point a passing grin. Girls always bloom under flattery, and he needs some way of making this worth her while, anyway. "I'm no poet, but I see some glittery shit in those eyes. Suite really lucked out."
He leads them away from camp and into the plains, quick strides, completely unaware that it might be hard for the smaller feline to keep up. But there's some kid out there bleeding out and he knows Margaery's quick on her feet, anyway. You'd need to be if you lived off fresh blood, he imagines. He also imagines some fox pup dying, alone and all teary-eyed, so sue him if he isn't exactly walking at a considerate pace. "Edgar-- he's an old geezer I know, long story-- told me there's some fox kid after getting mauled by a bunch of hounds. She's bleeding out, but I lost her fuckin' trail, and I know you've got history with that shit, so I need you to be my sniffer." says the lion, clearly dead-set on the task at hand. So much so that when Margy mentions something different, he's lost, for a second. Oh. He huffs a laugh. "Don't worry about it. Not the first time a cougar's wanted to take a bite of me, anyway." He'd wink, but they've just arrived at the spot he'd found the last bloody paw print and so he thinks it'd be kind of weird. "Just make sure you pick up on this blood and you can consider yourself forgiven."
He leads them away from camp and into the plains, quick strides, completely unaware that it might be hard for the smaller feline to keep up. But there's some kid out there bleeding out and he knows Margaery's quick on her feet, anyway. You'd need to be if you lived off fresh blood, he imagines. He also imagines some fox pup dying, alone and all teary-eyed, so sue him if he isn't exactly walking at a considerate pace. "Edgar-- he's an old geezer I know, long story-- told me there's some fox kid after getting mauled by a bunch of hounds. She's bleeding out, but I lost her fuckin' trail, and I know you've got history with that shit, so I need you to be my sniffer." says the lion, clearly dead-set on the task at hand. So much so that when Margy mentions something different, he's lost, for a second. Oh. He huffs a laugh. "Don't worry about it. Not the first time a cougar's wanted to take a bite of me, anyway." He'd wink, but they've just arrived at the spot he'd found the last bloody paw print and so he thinks it'd be kind of weird. "Just make sure you pick up on this blood and you can consider yourself forgiven."
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