"You're hat is so important to you that you would kill a man, Stranger," I say, using the name I had decided to dub him, "It makes me wonder if maybe, just maybe, you have a special someone," she muses*
"Often the lady gives the man a boon. A special something to remember them by. Is it fair to say that this is the case? I would smell, but the combined scents of me, you, and human all cover it up far to............. well." I reply*
I tare a strip of cloth of my clothing and wrap my ears down securley. It will hold, I think. I follow Stranger, watching his hand, "Perhaps not the hat, but something small enough to be in thy pocket?"
He looked at the air, and at the door. He inhaled a deep breath. "... I must leave. Now." He glanced around for a back door. The strong bird, cat, hunter smell in the air... He had to get away.
something something dragons something something open to conversation Been quiet for a couple years, we'll see how this one goes.
His eyes narrowed. "Still you talk as if you know me. I assure you you don't. What you think about me is wrong. But I am not going to stand here and discuss this with you." He turned on his heel and stepped up to some shadows, disappearing into them.
something something dragons something something open to conversation Been quiet for a couple years, we'll see how this one goes.
"Be that as it may, hunter, I hope you catch you're prey. And you'll find that the way I called is clear and safe." She says to the air, backing into a shadow*
I ordered a glass of Everclear, downing it in one foul swoop. It burned and tingled my clawed, hidden toes. Pyros was writhing in my neck, eager to get out and apologize, but I held him there. My dragon senses picked up on strange activity in the skies, but I ignored it. I was off duty, for now. I was hiding, fearing the worst. I tilted my head back against the wall, taking a deep, heavy breath, inhaling the scents of the room. Then I detected a pair of eyes on me.
It cannot be seen, cannot be felt, Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt, It lies behind stars and under hills, And empty holes it fills, It comes first and follows after, Ends life, kills laughter.
