Character: Tsume + whomever wants to join
Content: The renegade wolf doesn't seem surprised about the quality of his paradise.
Setting: Vanaheim gate -> The Glass Bonsai
Time: Mid to late week 25, dusk
Warnings: PG :: Language, light gore.
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The red moon was rising, and the air was heavy with the smell of blood and sweet flowers. )
His attention perked as something actually registered with some kind of scent. True, he could smell the water and grass, but the air was still..hollow. It reminded him of Jagura's domain..the air was stagnant, empty, as though it were far too sterile. And the people here behaved much the same, but he'd be damned before he accepted being damned to a knock-off of that loony bin.
Golden eyes flickered around behind the shades as he scanned the crowd, searching for the origin of the scent. He stood right where he was, leaning against the side of the building..well, at least to the human populus. To those savvy to the illusion of wolves, to those who knew he was a wolf, and chose to look past the illusion, they would see an ashen colored wolf rising from a sitting position. His ears shifted, turning to try and pick up the sound of footfalls as his tail raised into the air.
And then came a lion, something Tsume had never seen. The scent was feline, but damn was he ever huge--almost, if not the same size as Darcia. He didn't know what to make of him. The wolf just stared for a second, his maw unmoving. The humans around him would see a tall, dark-skinned man talking down to a lion; nothing out of the ordinary at all.
"So, what are you? Can't say I've seen a house cat get that big." Ears remained trained on the lion, and while he was alert and a bit on edge, he wasn't prone to attack unprovoked.
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