Dancing with myself

[Castor]

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This is going to be totally awkward, but totally fun. Are short posts good for you?

The large, black male came fully forward so that she could see him, subtly letting her know that he wasn't a threat. But then again, his appearance might have been an oxymoron to that, and so he was certain that his stance reflected just what he meant to project. Soon enough he realized that while there were unfamiliar scents lingering in the air, there was also a familiar one: Conri's. This was, in all logic, where they hybrid had been taking the buckets of Yawrah water the day he had met him. Although this detail didn't amount to much, it was a detail that he could tack onto the green-eyed male's character. He cared about things. He cared about others. Of course, it wasn't difficult to see that immediately in the other anyway.


He frowned slightly, furrowing his brow. Now he wasn't sure why he had come to investigate; it wasn't as if he had a hero-complex, or as if he really cared at all. Maybe he just felt obligated to care. "Hey," he murmured quietly as he wondered briefly how much he actually smelled like he belonged in Clouded Tears, with the amount of time that he was regularly absent. It likely seemed like he didn't belong there at all, and maybe he didn't. "I smelled blood." His antisocial antics just didn't allow for casual, mellifluous conversation.

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