LOVE LIKE YOU [junji]

[Luca]

[div style="margin: 0 auto; border-width:0; width: 70%; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]Obsession isn't new to him in the slightest. There where times that he would lie awake when he should be sleeping, staring at the wall but not really seeing. Instead he would be looking into his mind, images of animals, objects or even vague concepts flashing behind his pupils. His mind just couldn't resist clinging to things, turning them over and over until he got too curious and had to turn that thing over physically as well. He can feel that process happening now, as he stares out across the ocean. The image of that angel just wouldn't leave him. It taunted him, flashes of pretty feathers and wide vulnerable eyes. His claws dig into the sand beneath him, but his expression remains impassive. It's only been a few days, but already the urge is there. He wants to know why Junji is so special, he wants to see inside the pretty feline in more ways than one. Why these cravings snuck up on him so fast was beyond him, but he wasn't going to lie there for hours and ponder his emotions. He was more about action than thinking, these days.

Thats why, as dawn begins to rise, he decides that he's going to gather all the information he can about this enticing new face. It never takes Luca long to track people down with his sharp senses, but the hard part is far from over. Now he had to remain undetected until the time was right. Few seemed to be around right now though, so it would probably be okay to step a tiny bit closer. One step, two steps, slowly he crawled towards the angel's back. He's almost right atop the poor thing when-

Snap.

Wood cracks beneath the weight of his paw, splintering into the pad and drawing a suprised inhale from the hellhound, air hissing beneath the gaps in his clenched teeth. In all his excitement he had never noticed the stray branch blocking his path, and he internally hits himself for getting so carried away. He was never supposed to get this close, so near the holy creature that he can smell his vanilla scent as clearly as he can feel the beating of his heart. He can barely feel the pain in his paw over the adrenaline, but he had never been one to be bothered by pain anyway. For now he stares at Junji, taking a quick step or two back and lowering his head in a subconscious and automatic defense.