LOCKE
"Only if you promise to show it off with nothing else." He gives her a little wink as he slips further down the beach. "Why don't you practice that whip on me? I can handle it." And maybe he's just feeling cocky lately. His back still bothers him, the arrow wound having mostly healed over but the burn is still tender and deep down it still hurts.
But he kind of likes that.
"Just don't set me on fire, yeah?" He shifts again, to his jaguar form. It's the one he's most comfortable with and in the long run, likely the one he'll be using in the war. If it comes to that.
But he kind of likes that.
"Just don't set me on fire, yeah?" He shifts again, to his jaguar form. It's the one he's most comfortable with and in the long run, likely the one he'll be using in the war. If it comes to that.
There's beauty in all kinds of danger
But none so beautiful as you
But none so beautiful as you
