wild and running for one reason

Levent Kartal · 03-17-2012, 09:16 AM

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LEV WANTS HIS STICK ;3

Levent was prepared for a whole number of things as he jogged between the dark, naked old trees and kept his balance on the slushy snow. He probably wouldn’t have batted an eye had a bear stood before him roaring, or if a rabid dog crashed drunkenly through the undergrowth. His body was not quite tense, but it was ready to spring for safety at any moment, ready to put his weight into one foot and pivot and hightail it out of there or fight or schmooze if flight was impossible.

He was not prepared for the sound of Irish singing, however, or the sight of a tricolor luperci hanging one-armed from a tree like the monkeys he sometimes saw in the markets or on the road. He skidded to a halt, dark ears coming up in disbelief, and broke out into a grin as he simply stood to watch and listen. True to his nature, however, his blue eyes slid down from the hanging man’s tattooed and lean body to the staff leaning against the tree. He could only imagine the stranger dropping down on him with a knife plunged into his back if he made even the slightest of movements toward the wooden object—but oh, he could only imagine how much he would get out of trading such an item.

“Merhaba!” Levent called, his hands cupped around his muzzle as if his voice wouldn’t naturally carry up into the branches. He grinned broadly, pleased for a whole host of reasons with what he saw. He was suddenly glad his feline companion was back in the tree.

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