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Fallen looked at this girl, she seemed slightly wet from the river, perhaps she got splashed by a fish? Or was she trying to catch one, and happened to miss right when he arrived. His teal eye was calmly slightly tilted to the sky, so she wasn't looking at her naked body. He wouldn't wan to anyway, he wasn't that type. The snow around was cold under foot, but his paw pads and feet were made for the cold. She girl smelled of the area, and of water. She must have gotten splashed, and she looked quite a bit cold. He chuckled to himself, his eyes still slightly on the sky. She reminded him of his dear sister. He shook his head lightly, and reminded himself he most likely see his sister again. He reached into his bag, and felt the broken pieces of his childhood violin. Oh, the wood felt oh so comforting under his fingers, feeling the edges that were now slightly blunt due to age. It was a fine old violin, and he was oh so sad once the violin was broken. He hoped that soon he could get a new one, to be the violinist he always was on the inside.
Fallen watched as the female scented him, and could see she was slightly cold. He made sure not to show any aggression what's so ever towards her, as his eyes were calm and blank. He watched as her eyes flicked to his fine hat, the fedora that he had picked up on his journey. He fingered it, lightly tipping it like in the old west, showing politeness. He loved the fine hat, that helped covered the terrible wound that laid beneath the fedora and bangs. He watched her reaction the blanket, and she looked quite surprised. She then looked even more surprised as a fish came flying onto the land. He blinked his teal eye, and chuckled as it narrowed slightly.
"Hmm, well, it seems your fur wasn't working very well..." He saw her tighten the blanket around her body, she was cold, but he didn't think she was going to admit it. She licked her wet arm fur, and told that she often wore pants, but it seemed she was in a different form most of the times. Fallen preferred the Optime form but hey, she wasn't him, him wasn't she. He just didn't like to walk on his hands, if he shifted to Optime, he could damage his violin if he had dirt covering his hands and other grubby things. Of course, he would have to get one first. He sighed to himself, as he adjusted the fine hat a bit more over his eye, and fixed the bangs beneath he hat. He grazed the scar softly, feeling almost instant comfort from the scar against his fingertips.
Fallen watched, with a lightly tilted head, as she put out a hand, for him to shake. Slightly hesitant, he reached out his hand, and gave a firm handshake. He saw that his hand was far larger then hers. He had large hands, yet, he was slightly short. He wasn't the brawniest male out there, he was more swift and agile. She offered her name, which was Tommy, a fairly tomboyish name, but otherwise, fairly simple. He liked simple names like that, something easy, not ten letters long.
"Keep the blanket as long as you need... I won't be needing it for now... I won't be leaving for awhile..."
Fallen blinked lightly, a simple look. She was still a teen, but she was for sure a mix of something. Perhaps a breed of dog, and a wolf? Hmm, wasn't exactly his business. He then heard her next question. He chuckled. Perhaps she thought he was a drug dealer?
"I am a healer... I do not give smoking drugs, if you were wondering."
He chuckled, a rare thing for him, it was like a fine jingle of a bell, wind chimes hitting in a fine gentle wind. It was refreshing for Fallen to actually chuckle. He blinked easily, as he reached his hand under the fedora, and combed through his bangs. The hair was clean and soft, thick and long. He tilted his head to stay over his bangs and eye. He sighed to himself, the bangs were bothersome, but showing the ugly scar was even worse. If nobody asked, he wouldn't show, if they did ask, he would show. He saw her eying his fedora, and chuckled once again, He reached his hand up onto the hat, and pushed it down slightly, completely covering his left side.
No no. This is my hat. I could find one for you perhaps."
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table by Silver! OOC: Fallen could always help her fine one 
and Daww, thanks for loving this cold guy!WC:792
Fallen looked at this girl, she seemed slightly wet from the river, perhaps she got splashed by a fish? Or was she trying to catch one, and happened to miss right when he arrived. His teal eye was calmly slightly tilted to the sky, so she wasn't looking at her naked body. He wouldn't wan to anyway, he wasn't that type. The snow around was cold under foot, but his paw pads and feet were made for the cold. She girl smelled of the area, and of water. She must have gotten splashed, and she looked quite a bit cold. He chuckled to himself, his eyes still slightly on the sky. She reminded him of his dear sister. He shook his head lightly, and reminded himself he most likely see his sister again. He reached into his bag, and felt the broken pieces of his childhood violin. Oh, the wood felt oh so comforting under his fingers, feeling the edges that were now slightly blunt due to age. It was a fine old violin, and he was oh so sad once the violin was broken. He hoped that soon he could get a new one, to be the violinist he always was on the inside.
Fallen watched as the female scented him, and could see she was slightly cold. He made sure not to show any aggression what's so ever towards her, as his eyes were calm and blank. He watched as her eyes flicked to his fine hat, the fedora that he had picked up on his journey. He fingered it, lightly tipping it like in the old west, showing politeness. He loved the fine hat, that helped covered the terrible wound that laid beneath the fedora and bangs. He watched her reaction the blanket, and she looked quite surprised. She then looked even more surprised as a fish came flying onto the land. He blinked his teal eye, and chuckled as it narrowed slightly.
"Hmm, well, it seems your fur wasn't working very well..." He saw her tighten the blanket around her body, she was cold, but he didn't think she was going to admit it. She licked her wet arm fur, and told that she often wore pants, but it seemed she was in a different form most of the times. Fallen preferred the Optime form but hey, she wasn't him, him wasn't she. He just didn't like to walk on his hands, if he shifted to Optime, he could damage his violin if he had dirt covering his hands and other grubby things. Of course, he would have to get one first. He sighed to himself, as he adjusted the fine hat a bit more over his eye, and fixed the bangs beneath he hat. He grazed the scar softly, feeling almost instant comfort from the scar against his fingertips.
Fallen watched, with a lightly tilted head, as she put out a hand, for him to shake. Slightly hesitant, he reached out his hand, and gave a firm handshake. He saw that his hand was far larger then hers. He had large hands, yet, he was slightly short. He wasn't the brawniest male out there, he was more swift and agile. She offered her name, which was Tommy, a fairly tomboyish name, but otherwise, fairly simple. He liked simple names like that, something easy, not ten letters long.
"Keep the blanket as long as you need... I won't be needing it for now... I won't be leaving for awhile..."
Fallen blinked lightly, a simple look. She was still a teen, but she was for sure a mix of something. Perhaps a breed of dog, and a wolf? Hmm, wasn't exactly his business. He then heard her next question. He chuckled. Perhaps she thought he was a drug dealer?
"I am a healer... I do not give smoking drugs, if you were wondering."
He chuckled, a rare thing for him, it was like a fine jingle of a bell, wind chimes hitting in a fine gentle wind. It was refreshing for Fallen to actually chuckle. He blinked easily, as he reached his hand under the fedora, and combed through his bangs. The hair was clean and soft, thick and long. He tilted his head to stay over his bangs and eye. He sighed to himself, the bangs were bothersome, but showing the ugly scar was even worse. If nobody asked, he wouldn't show, if they did ask, he would show. He saw her eying his fedora, and chuckled once again, He reached his hand up onto the hat, and pushed it down slightly, completely covering his left side.
No no. This is my hat. I could find one for you perhaps."
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