Good Old Fashioned Loverboy

[tigs]

A tall figure strolled back out of the entrance to the large hedge maze, obviously bored with the game of finding his way out again. Mind games such as that had never been much of a chore for him, but he did enjoy partaking in them from time to time, just to stay sharp about his senses.

A small smile was in place as he dipped his head to the random people passing by now and then. To them, he was just another harmless being enjoying the night. His hair fell in a careless weave, black tainted with crimson streaks as if he'd fallen headfirst into a mess of blood. Gold glittered about his form in abundance, spiraling armlets set off a matching choker which pointed up to his left ear which was pierced in multiple places.

The look was an enchanting mix of egyptian punk, made more elegant and less punk by the silken clothes he wore, dark black silk that glittered with elegant blues, purples and red designs in a shimmering thread. His skin was pale, almost radiant you would say, he just seemed to... glow. A tattoo below his left eye stood out in the same stunning crimson of his hair, a mark for those of his kind perhaps. Almost as much as the black tophat he wore, lined with dark purple silk.

His eyes were catlike, a yellow-white that was bespelling and strange both at once in its intensity. Yet no one approached him and remarked on his mesmerizing appearance, though it was best they didn't. He was as enchanting in personality as looks, and simply adored to be adored. His was a kinder breed, though he was a force to be reckoned with when defied or challenged in any way.

However if at all possible, he prefer to play his charm and allow his old fashioned flattery win over those who he had use or want of. Smile glittering in the night, he had a certain... youthfulness about him. Meant to attract others and look harmless, just a handsome young man looking for someone to romance, perhaps.

[ferabird]

What should greet the righteously vain leonine as he exits the maze? Only the strangest of little companions! The little scavenger looks like nothing so much as a pretty little trinket, something of a distracted sort of churr preceeding it's rather spontaneous collision with one of his ankles. Dropping in startlement to it's rear with a sharp yip of a protesting bark, the oddling is if nothing else totally out of place in the park. What in the world?

"Fille! Oh Fille, where are you?"

A distraught cry follows in the wake of the little creature, it's owner still out of sight and around the corner of the hedge bushes. It'd seem that someone has lost her beloved pet! And to confirm the notion, the queer little thing gives something of an eager wiggle accompanied by a trill.

[tigs]

Such a peculiar little doll like this he'd never seen. One hand reaches out to it, but he seems to think better, standing back and putting hands on hips with a suspicious look. "What is this? Ah, those little stitched creatures..." He'd seen one before, just in passing, it had been eagerly following an Euclide, trying to win over his/her attentions and find a companion in them. He thought it... childish to keep one of those around. Like a human child with a stuffed teddybear. But if you have no other source of entertainment, why not?

"Someone seems to be looking for you. You are most fortunate." He liked to be in the attentions of others, and liked to keep at least one companion constantly about him. To dote on and be appreciated in return, of course. For his interests lie more in making others feel appreciated than himself, but his desires needed to be aknowledged as well, after all. A lock of crimson stained ebony fell in his face and he brushed it back with a careful lovers caress. Those hands were rather experienced things... and he'd grown fond of their gentle administrations.

The small toy-like creature seemed excited, so he could only guess from that, and the voice calling out in what seemed to be the creature's name, that the owner would soon show. Well, even if this was unexpected, he might at least find some company so as not to spend the night alone. It happened so rarely, and he had begun to dead his night of unsucessful hunting. But the beauties of this night seemed to be occupied or in hiding, as he'd only managed to find a wretched looking Used, a disheveled and crazed Blood, and the general crowd of humans who could never satisfy him in the ways of his own kind. He'd been with one, once, then killed her. She simply hadn't understood him. Too bad.

He didn't call out to let the wanderer know where their companion was, but rather let the little creature wait with him patiently. A small, amused smile played along his face. Harmless, open, handsome. It was pretty much the only smile he really had, except for once other, more private smile meant for a room with closed doors. Or a park in the open. He really didn't care much for modesty such as hiding desires away so that others would not be made uncomfortable. Let them stare.

[ferabird]

It was true indeed that someone searched for the eerie little creature- albeit the time she took to show herself was considerable indeed. After all- there were still people about! And while any euclides encountered humans for the sake of eating.... Ibsisque preferred to avoid un-necessary conflict. Unlike many a masquerade type- she was no pretty marionette. She'd give near anything to assume a human guise- but it simply wasn't possible. Stood next to most in her type, she was actually depressingly plain...

"Fille? Please come! You know you aren't to run off..."

Finally about the corner the odd euclides trots, her colorful decorations brightening what was in all honesty a rather plain canine. Regardless of her size- she could well be mistaken for some simple pet that'd gone astray. In fact- she relied on that appearance for the moment. Regardless of how the disturbling (Fille?) gurgled her delight, the canine mutters not a thing once she's come into sight. A wary glance cast the familiar symbol of the tophat- she'd rather sedately approach- meaning simply to wrap her muzzle about the beloved pet and skedaddle......

(Pardon that my posts are so short by comparison >_> Still getting back into the swing of things.)

[ferabird]

(*poke?*)

[tigs]

(My Anku muse was eated D: and I'm trying to recover it...)

[ferabird]

(Ah, was wondering)

[ferabird]

(Closing the rp in this thread)