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@$%&Despite his rough appearance (and past), Anselm was surprisingly laid back when he was caught away from Inferni's territory. In his mind, to encounter a stranger waltzing around Inferni was the equivalent of someone breaking into his house--similarly, anybody lurking around the Dampwoods or Arachnea's Revenge awfully close to their border was no better than a snoop slinking around their back yard. Away from home, though, for him to get angry or act dominant around another would be the equivalent of storming angrily into a park and threatening to beat people up. It just didn't make sense, and the seasoned hybrid knew that fights were taxing on both the body and the spirit. He always operated roughly on the "eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth" principle, anyway. Those that offered him respect were likely to receive it in return, while those that went looking for trouble would find it quickly. He wasn't necessarily unreasonable, he just had a short fuse and didn't have the patience to put up with any nonsense.
@$%&Regardless, when a voice drifted up to him from the streets below, he quirked a brow and sat up, propping his arms behind him and regarding the woman who'd addressed him. Perhaps she considered herself moderately plain, but Anselm was immediately intrigued--she may have very well been the exact opposite of himself. Where his eyes were a fiery red, hers were a watery blue-green that, even from a couple metres above, reflected the sky perfectly. Anselm's vibrant gold contrasted starkly with her earthy coloured pelt, and while his fur was accented in black, hers glistened in silver. Perhaps, then, it was only natural that he felt an immediate and significant physical attraction toward the girl--their genes were clearly so different, and was the point of reproduction not to ensure genetic diversity? Obviously he could not place this subconscious instinctual drive, but the metallic piercings (which finely accented her silver-tipped fur, he would add) roused his interest on a different level. He had never seen another girl like her, before, and he wasted no time raising his right hand in a casual wave.
@$%&"Yeah, well.. I've got a hunch you're not afraid of heights," he offered with a grin. "There's a ladder around back if you care to shift and join me," he continued smoothly, just a hint of a warm purr to his tone. Only now did he rise carefully to his feet, standing on his tippy-toes and arms above his head as he stretched his back, legs, and arms all at once. His back cracked slightly, a hollow and faint popping sound that was no more significant than the light footfalls he made as he strode across the garage to the back--he could hold the ladder steady for her, if she wished. He was rather relieved that the garage was so sturdy... that girl of his had a keen eye for architecture and machinery alike, it seemed. Either way, the roof didn't even leak inside (even with all that blasted rain they'd had last month) and he wouldn't really be worried until there were over four luperci up there... which wasn't likely to happen. He sat down on the edge next to the ladder, swinging his legs over the side as he waited to see if she'd choose to join him, or if he'd have to jump down to the ground instead.
??? one day is not long. XD plus, that post is GIANT!
@$%&Despite his rough appearance (and past), Anselm was surprisingly laid back when he was caught away from Inferni's territory. In his mind, to encounter a stranger waltzing around Inferni was the equivalent of someone breaking into his house--similarly, anybody lurking around the Dampwoods or Arachnea's Revenge awfully close to their border was no better than a snoop slinking around their back yard. Away from home, though, for him to get angry or act dominant around another would be the equivalent of storming angrily into a park and threatening to beat people up. It just didn't make sense, and the seasoned hybrid knew that fights were taxing on both the body and the spirit. He always operated roughly on the "eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth" principle, anyway. Those that offered him respect were likely to receive it in return, while those that went looking for trouble would find it quickly. He wasn't necessarily unreasonable, he just had a short fuse and didn't have the patience to put up with any nonsense.
@$%&Regardless, when a voice drifted up to him from the streets below, he quirked a brow and sat up, propping his arms behind him and regarding the woman who'd addressed him. Perhaps she considered herself moderately plain, but Anselm was immediately intrigued--she may have very well been the exact opposite of himself. Where his eyes were a fiery red, hers were a watery blue-green that, even from a couple metres above, reflected the sky perfectly. Anselm's vibrant gold contrasted starkly with her earthy coloured pelt, and while his fur was accented in black, hers glistened in silver. Perhaps, then, it was only natural that he felt an immediate and significant physical attraction toward the girl--their genes were clearly so different, and was the point of reproduction not to ensure genetic diversity? Obviously he could not place this subconscious instinctual drive, but the metallic piercings (which finely accented her silver-tipped fur, he would add) roused his interest on a different level. He had never seen another girl like her, before, and he wasted no time raising his right hand in a casual wave.
@$%&"Yeah, well.. I've got a hunch you're not afraid of heights," he offered with a grin. "There's a ladder around back if you care to shift and join me," he continued smoothly, just a hint of a warm purr to his tone. Only now did he rise carefully to his feet, standing on his tippy-toes and arms above his head as he stretched his back, legs, and arms all at once. His back cracked slightly, a hollow and faint popping sound that was no more significant than the light footfalls he made as he strode across the garage to the back--he could hold the ladder steady for her, if she wished. He was rather relieved that the garage was so sturdy... that girl of his had a keen eye for architecture and machinery alike, it seemed. Either way, the roof didn't even leak inside (even with all that blasted rain they'd had last month) and he wouldn't really be worried until there were over four luperci up there... which wasn't likely to happen. He sat down on the edge next to the ladder, swinging his legs over the side as he waited to see if she'd choose to join him, or if he'd have to jump down to the ground instead.
??? one day is not long. XD plus, that post is GIANT!