[ Essek had his hunting grounds and this was not one of them. He tended to poach in clubs and bars where he could charm those with his beauty, where a simple human would not be missed, and when they returned-- it would be paler but none-the-worse for wear. He had a weakness for redheaded men with blue eyes, though they never were who he was looking for and so he took sustenance and moved on, just a nibble here and there. So the hooves of the steed did not speed up in the slightest, rather effecting a leisurely pace as he moved into the clearing.
And then he saw Frumpkin, that permanent aura glow about him, tail twitching and rubbing up against.. a dirty excuse of a? Essek did not know what to call it. The man looked utterly downtrodden, certainly not worth his time in hunting, hair that was dull against the light of the newly waning moon. And a beard that seen better days.
Essek could not control Frumpkin or the decisions that he made, nor did he want to be the keeper of a cat, not really. They had an acceptable arrangement betwixt them, a live and let live-- and if Frumpkin choose to hang around with-- a hobo? Well that was on Frumpkin. ]
In a manner of speaking, yes-- though are cats ever truly owned?
[ He looked down at the other man and then lightly rested his reigns against his lap where he had chosen to sit side-saddle this evening, it depended on the outfit he was wearing-- and today it was pants tight enough that riding astride would likely not be the best idea, nor very comfortable. ]
You have encroached upon my property, however you may thank Frumpkin for his largesse and mercy.
[ And Frumpkin licked at Bren's ear, as if grooming the man, that ear quickly turned into the edge of a beard and Essek made a very distinct face at that ]
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Date: 2023-03-08 01:21 am (UTC)And then he saw Frumpkin, that permanent aura glow about him, tail twitching and rubbing up against.. a dirty excuse of a? Essek did not know what to call it. The man looked utterly downtrodden, certainly not worth his time in hunting, hair that was dull against the light of the newly waning moon. And a beard that seen better days.
Essek could not control Frumpkin or the decisions that he made, nor did he want to be the keeper of a cat, not really. They had an acceptable arrangement betwixt them, a live and let live-- and if Frumpkin choose to hang around with-- a hobo? Well that was on Frumpkin. ]
In a manner of speaking, yes-- though are cats ever truly owned?
[ He looked down at the other man and then lightly rested his reigns against his lap where he had chosen to sit side-saddle this evening, it depended on the outfit he was wearing-- and today it was pants tight enough that riding astride would likely not be the best idea, nor very comfortable. ]
You have encroached upon my property, however you may thank Frumpkin for his largesse and mercy.
[ And Frumpkin licked at Bren's ear, as if grooming the man, that ear quickly turned into the edge of a beard and Essek made a very distinct face at that ]