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Though Kierkegaard had spent a great many days traveling with his sister, he had not come across a creature quite like this one. She was dainty and lovely in a sense that there were few who could resemble her; tufts of fur rose from the tips of her ears like feathers, and her eyes shone with a strange oceanic intensity. He could assume that she was something of a hybrid – two different creatures fused together into one inky little feather. Part of him found it appealing, though he had always been a man who found himself drawn to those who were of smaller build than he. Many of the women he had come across in his many wanderings had been made of small-bone and their wiry frames had complimented his own. The girl before him was something of a vision, and he did not dare allow her to escape without her catch.
 
The ink-child seemed to whirl around and put herself into a position of submission before him. They were both on neutral territory, but he did not let the action go unnoticed and nodded his head to the flighty creature. The fire in his gaze roamed over her figure once more before he found himself intrigued by the breathless sounds that had erupted from her slender muzzle. There was a choke in her throat, almost as if someone had removed the ability to speak altogether. Even the attempt at a whine that she offered was nothing more than a short gust of air that passed between her leathery lips.
 
Furrowing his brows thoughtfully and canting his head to left, he neared her on towering pallid legs and lowered his skull so that his gaze had settled directly across from her own. The halfling nudged her rabbit toward him and he parted his jaws to wrap them around the hide of the hare, ripping away pieces of flesh and swallowing them whole. His sharp smoldering optics beckoned her own oceanic eyes to meet his, as if he were saying ’you do not have to look away, little one.’