Characters: Fenrir and Tandava
Date/Time: June 24, evening
Location: The Marketplace/Fenrir's butcher shop
Rating: G...for now. May hike up to PG, PG-13 due to disturbing because...Fenrir. And Tandava.
Summary: Tandava's on the lam, so he goes in search of supplies and finds...someone very interesting.
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at night the deserts writhed with diabolical things )
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His arms were folded behind his back, and he smiled once, lips closed. Curious. This was certainly something "other". He could feel his hair stand on end, and he shivered slightly. This was something dangerous, strong. Not a wolf, no, but something else...something powerful.
He let only a few moments pause before he stepped to the counter, the drain rattling in place when he stepped over it. His apron was smeared with blood from the day's slaughter, and he wore plastic gloves on his hands.
"Hello."
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He liked it.
The man at the counter--Tandava discarded his care about hiding his eyes and looked directly at him. He was...different. He could sense it, somehow--he didn't know what it meant, or how or why he knew, only that the butcher was definitely not a human.
"Hello," Tandava said after a pause, nodding once at the shorter person. "I am the visitor mentioned before." He figured that the butcher would know what he meant. "You are Fenrir?"
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He patted at the pocket on his apron, where his journal was resting. The thin, yellowish leather poked out slightly from his pocket.
"And you are?"
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"Tandava," He said simply, shaking back his long blond hair so that his eyes were clearly visible.
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