Emberwood Across the violet sky

He drifts from his desert home. Though it seems less desert as the days go on. The constant onslaught of rain have him wanting to actually die. He hates the rain when it comes in large, ever present quantities like it has been recently. Anyhow, even though he despises the weather, it doesn’t stop him from adventuring to to other lands. Neither does the wound on his shoulder. It’s getting better, the skin taught but healing nonetheless. He’d have to do a lot of stretches to get it back to his previous level of flexibility.

So as he wanders, he finds himself in the Emberwood once more. He vaguely smiles, remembering the interestingly heated sling he had with a russet male named Memory here. If he was right, he was a part of the Court. He wonders what they’d think of that. The oh so evil Donovan tainting one of their faeries. He loves the idea and wouldn’t miss another opportunity to do it again.

Though this time is different, for he sees another figure. A black and white on of intricate patterns, a small build, and distinctly feminine form. He doesn’t recognize them for he sees them from the back. That is until he realizes just exactly who it is and instantly a devilish smirk presents itself on his maw. Oh, what an opportunity. He could snatch her up and kill her right now, how satisfying would that be? So satisfying. Though he knows he can’t do that, or the Wolf Avengers will come after him and skin him, perhaps use his pelt as a thrown rug. He can’t let that happen just yet.

So he smooths steps towards her, fur soaking wet and sticking to his form. It outlines his barrel chest and thick muscle he has chorded through his body. His eyes half lidded and casual as he gazes down her form shamelessly. He leans on a tree cooly. “Now, look at who it is.” He hums to her, announcing his presence. “You’re looking quite beautiful with your fur all soaked down like that, dear.” It isn’t a tease, it’s truly a compliment. One would be daft not to find her attractive or beautiful.