[closed]

[vulpining]

Who: rider (bornofgods) & caster (vulpining)
What: meeting up for alliances
When: when the world is burning
Where: olympia housing district
Warning(s): just two extra fuckheads



[ Knowing the city streets would be advantageous at this point. With the amount of horrible, childish uprisings going on in Olympia, Caster has to be careful. By habit, she attempts to keep her identity concealed further, wearing a darkened cloak as she weaves through alleyways and avoiding the riots going on. It's not her business. She's defended a few people but ultimately, Caster finds it is bet to let humans be humans.

She has other business to attend to, after all.

It does take her a bit of time to navigate, so sorry Ozy, thems the breaks. He sees her finally, approaching with a half-lifted wave. ]

I hope I didn't leave you waiting too long! [ YOU DID. ] I had to zero in on your scent above the sulfur and sweat of the people. You should be lucky!

[ Foxes, man. ]

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[bornofgods]

[ At first, a restrained and unfaltering silence is Ozymandias’ only response to her warning. It is unclear, what exactly he thinks of the oxymoron that he shall someday unearth between this natural, depraved savagery and her goal of domestication. The quiet is (perhaps) punctuated by the sounds of Caster fulfilling her calling. It is one not so difficult to find in a woman, after all.

His cool, detached gaze finally gives way to warmth. Unable to withhold his laughter, Ozymandias loudly caves to impulse. Closed lips part, and a snicker escapes. ]

Haha. That’s the spirit.

[ There is nothing obvious about what exactly is the source of his current humor. The answer to that would be everything, but especially this: the fact that he is being framed as the prey, being benevolently cared after by his predator.

He elaborates on none of that. Instead, he walks the gap between them in order to—

Vigorously pat her head with the palm of his hand. ]