Bramblepoint Scratches all down my back to keep me right on

Ssshhh your post was beautiful <3

The reaper stalks forth, head level with broad shoulders as he moves. Ghostly orbs swivel this way and that. His gait is unhurried, almost lazy as large paws carry him on his journey for information. He’s scouting out the horizon, but the stranger comes from behind. He hears faint foot steps, but he doesn’t look back. Perhaps it’s careless, but it’s his confidence and bravado that cause him to do so. Even in his old age his prowess for battle has not waned. 

So Santi continues as such until a chuff makes sound through ruined ears. The scarred appendages shift backward and he stills. Turning only his head to look backwards past his shoulder and seeing the most gorgeous, long legged, and pale woman he’s met in some time. Surely his heavily scarred face would spook her — he finds it happening a lot more now since Nyra fucked up his handsome mug. Still, it doesn’t stop a sly smile from tilting the Spaniards lips skyward. 

“Oh?” He hums with hardly concealed interest. “Qué suerte of me to run into such a beauty.” He purrs deeply, but doesn’t move from his spot but only to turn around in a tight circle. “Looking for something, cariño?” It’s asked with an upwards tilt of a single brow.