- Quite A Wonder. (Open)

[VISCOUNT CHARON DAOINEMAITHE]

when the devil wants to dance with you ,
YOU BETTER SAY NEVER

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- The dusk was settling over the river's waters, rippling with its liquid movement. Idly swaying several paces from the riverbank was an assortment of grass that marked separation of the river from the nearest establishment. A lone figure stood by the bank, hands in his pockets, white shirt wrinkled with its sleeves pulled up on his muscled arms. If one happened to look more closely, they would have seen the slight wrinkle on his brow, the blankness that dulled his bright blue eyes.

- But no one did.

- Initially, Charon had been reluctant in walking to the river. A lot of unexpected things happen in the most random moments, and he wouldn't have been able to control himself if he saw a bloodied human staggering toward him, begging for help. Well, he would have 'helped', technically, if the human had been begging for death caused by a cannibal faerie, but Charon doubted that would be the case. Now, he was almost unnoticeable under the dimming velvet sky. Finding a way to defend his actions would possibly lead to a weak reason from him, but he could just point out that not a lot of people notice him, anyway. Ignorance had its perks, and Charon was both glad and irked by this. Of course no one noticed him. He was virtually unnoticeable without the reputation he coveted.

- Oh, but soon, soon... his wishful thinking will become reality, and he would reign and never be forgotten. That was the plan, at least. No one had ever accused him of being greedy, but then, no one knew him well enough to do so. Being a social butterfly was like living in a bubble of control - he had to be courteous to the people whom he did not like, and participate in events that did not interest him in the slightest, and what was it all for? For show. Practically none of the faeries in court became even remotely close to Charon.

- What he truly yearned for was having them living in the bubble that he inhabited, while he was free to be his own man. To be higher than them.

- The viscount just realized that he was clenching his fists when the sound of a bird chirping flew past him. His eyes followed the airborne creature, even letting his head turn in order to look. By doing so, Charon got a glimpse of the river a few minutes into the night, with the stars just beginning to dot the heavens with their light. Perhaps it was because he was a faerie, or maybe he was just perceiving a new perspective, but Charon was sure there was something oddly... magical about this night.

- It was quite a wonder.

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[THE WOLF]

The heavy blanket of the eve was starting to fall over the world, the air growing cooler and more welcoming for a bit of a evening run. It would be hard for a pale creature of his size to keep hidden against the black and greys of the rest of the world around him, but that wasn't really a concern. Currently he didn't really have many concerns, licking his bloody lips before he went back to gnawing contentedly on the large, splintered femur of the yearling doe he had taken down. Succulent venison, rare and still warm with a frightened heart beating in flutters before death. It made a lovely meal and there wasn't much left after he had his fill.

There were hungry scavengers moving on the edges of his vision. They would just have to wait until he was done or they might end up as a dessert. He even snapped at a fly that dared to zip too close, nearly decimating it with his fangs before he went back to his bone. Sometimes it was hard to part the human from the beast, especially when he was so full and pleased with himself.

After a spell of licking the cooling marrow from the bone he lifted his head, ears perking a little as he heard the chirping flight of little bird. The movement was startled, out of place from the current mood settling over the place he was resting by the river. Had it been just that he might have ignored it, but there was something else. He could smell something else. Someone else. The beast licked his lips again before getting up and sniffing the air and following where the scent was coming from. He only glanced back, pieces of his kill already being drug away by the beggars that had been waiting for their opportunity. It wasn't human... it didn't smell human and he knew the smell of human. Interlopers, hunters.

Wolf padded closer until he could see the figure in the opening night, just... standing there. This one smelled of blood. It wasn't the smell of blood upon him, but the essence of blood and... magic? He narrowed his pale blue eyes a little, sniffing again before he let out a low growl to let the creature know he wasn't alone there on the riverbank. Had it been something more human, he might have just pounced upon it and pushed it into the water to swim back home. He would at least give this one a chance to acknowledge him.