Blackbeak Bluff bon temps

The dark child stammered over her words and Kierkegaard's lips curled over his fangs with a thunder-like chuckle that felt as though it was rattling his ribs. He could see the wariness in her gaze and he predicted that she would attempt to flee in a short amount of time. There was not much that he wanted to do to prevent her from leaving, because he did not know what he could make of her. Still, there was something inside of him that pricked like a small reminder that he had almost forgotten about. Caiaphas might like this young girl – she might find her easily malleable. He knew that the dark-hooded love of his life would find her a pleasing addition to her small collection.

Watching her limbs as she attempted to move herself away, Kierkegaard placed a single paw in front of her and frowned. “You don't have to be spineless,” he told her with a thoughtful expression. Though he was old and did not favor social interaction, it did not mean that he was incapable. He had been put in a place to negotiate his own value many times.