[ J hadn't picked up this stray to haul back to the lodestone, so at first he's preoccupied with other matters, including some newcomers more headstrong about their present arrangements. But the little glowbug's flickering light still draws his curiosity enough for him to work his way across the space to stand over her.
J's expression gives nothing away but the faintest tinge of interest, right up until she latches onto a powerful lower leg, covered in fur and ending in a massive feline paw. That sort of desperation is like blood in the water to him. Its flavor so alluring to the demon that he subjects himself to the indignity of sinking down onto one knee to regard her better.
A small body, shattered finger bones, and a plea that sounds honeyed as a lover's oath in his ears. How can J resist reaching over to touch this beautifully broken creature? He doesn't even try, as his smooth pale hand draws across the space to gently cup her small cheek. ]
What an exorbitant demand to make of your rescuers. [ Looming ever further over her prone form leaves the angles of J's face bathed in the blue light which rolls off her in waves. It dances most in the shard above his rapt, unmoving eyes, as they stay locked upon her face like a bloodhound on the hunt. ]
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J's expression gives nothing away but the faintest tinge of interest, right up until she latches onto a powerful lower leg, covered in fur and ending in a massive feline paw. That sort of desperation is like blood in the water to him. Its flavor so alluring to the demon that he subjects himself to the indignity of sinking down onto one knee to regard her better.
A small body, shattered finger bones, and a plea that sounds honeyed as a lover's oath in his ears. How can J resist reaching over to touch this beautifully broken creature? He doesn't even try, as his smooth pale hand draws across the space to gently cup her small cheek. ]
What an exorbitant demand to make of your rescuers. [ Looming ever further over her prone form leaves the angles of J's face bathed in the blue light which rolls off her in waves. It dances most in the shard above his rapt, unmoving eyes, as they stay locked upon her face like a bloodhound on the hunt. ]
Aren't you afraid of dying?