a devil on the run, a six gun lover, a candle in the wind
Yeah, right. Killing's always messy, he drawls back, scrunching his nose at the lichen covered mouse and finally straightening up. Feathered arms fanned with wings stretch high above his head, and he regards the manticore for the first time as something that might be worthy of proper attention.
Who said I'm lookin' for excitement? Besides, I ain't swimmin' in there. he snorts at the pool, though black eyes do flash towards the waterfall. Why, what's behind there? Obviously he wants to know, talons sinking into the soft earth as he slowly, almost innocuously, brings himself a bit closer to where the beast rests beneath the tree.
From waterfall back to manticore, Arsen drops into another crouch, as if trying to get the measure of both.
Who said I'm lookin' for excitement? Besides, I ain't swimmin' in there. he snorts at the pool, though black eyes do flash towards the waterfall. Why, what's behind there? Obviously he wants to know, talons sinking into the soft earth as he slowly, almost innocuously, brings himself a bit closer to where the beast rests beneath the tree.
From waterfall back to manticore, Arsen drops into another crouch, as if trying to get the measure of both.
Arsen
