Raven's Watch Femme fatale

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As if carved from the very same marble that his mask resembled, the boy was still. Neither forward nor backwards did he move, his body entirely motionless, save for the occasional blink. Staring onward at the woman, he refused to look away, meeting her gaze directly the moment she turned to face him. Whilst her eyes studied him, his own were reluctant to leave her face as he awaited a response to his unspoken inquiry—a statement that, in the back of his head, he knew he would never hear unless he requested it verbally. In spite of this knowledge, not a word left the wraith’s mouth. Rather, he continued to stare, as well as raise his tail so that it was just above being level with his back; it was stiff, unwavering and held in a bold position. The Watch, despite having no official claim placed over it, was his home. Within its perimeter there lived and walked a leader, which was enough, Eros believed, to secure the land underfoot. There were few others permitted to traverse the territory freely and, though he often avoided them, Eros was aware enough to know that the stranger wasn’t one of them.

Shoving a limb forward, a step was taken, followed by several more. When next he stopped, there were, perhaps, only several meters worth of distance between them. Stilled once again, he wrinkled his nose in her direction, tail lashing behind him with short, jerky movements. “This land is claimed,” he declared, the confidence felt towards his statement easily translating into his voice. “You will leave.” So often had he hid behind someone—anyone—but he was not a coward. Eros, whilst still searching for himself and his place in the order of things, was a rather valiant creature by nature. For this reason, he did not back away, but instead continued his endless staring, waiting and anticipating.

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