Red hair flowing indiscriminately. The lady who owned such precious hair was just as inimitable as the hair itself, a rarity above all else. She spouted nonsense, despite her alluring factor. From her slender lips, indulge in color, came the random names of animals. A coyote, particularly. As she paused before continuing once more, the Lycan decided to inspect her by making an entire circle before deciding; she was definitely a call girl he just so happened to forget. And so, Faust committed the pesky crime that people often shouted “rape” or anything else along those lines. With the events that had just occurred in Era, there’s no denying that he was definitely wanted; without a doubt, the Lycan had to lay low for the time being. His actions didn’t match his thought process at all. Had the little lady not made a move, she’d find a hand casually grabbing the left butt cheek. The throbbing in his head slowly subsided as he persuaded himself that it was just a butt.
It mattered little how the female decided to react to it. Given she slapped him or called out rape, Faust wouldn’t budge an inch. His spirit wasn’t in the best of situations right now and he just didn’t have it in him to run from the sex police. Whatever she did, he would only sit down in front of the Magic Council Headquarters and wait for his arrest.
Despite his act, he had caught onto her code words. Coyote, Malice. Both were nicknames, used within the inner circles of the guild stained blood red. Still, the name of Malice didn’t tie with any other names Faust had remembered. The only people he had met before were Erebus and the love of his life. All three of them met one stormy night, but disappeared like the very storm itself. They had not been in contact since then, a shame to many sorry hearts. As his head removed itself from the memories that one clung so closely, Faust found himself with his hand still on her butt. A squeeze etched way towards the respective cheek if no moves had been made in regards to his act of perversion. With every other word he said, he gave another squeeze.
“I’m-” he announced in a monotone howl.
"Let's go get some coffee or something." resulting in four extra pinches.
But in reality, he knew what he wanted. His heart, hung up on someone who was no where to be seen, couldn't deal with it. And so, he dispersed into nothingness, going towards the way he came.
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