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Cinna flexed his muscles once as he exited the Butcher's Shop. His eyes were darker than they often were, which suggested that perhaps he had just completed a task. It was always hard for him to bounce back after doing the work he did, but he hoped it would leave his eyes soon. After all, how was he going to seduce his ladies if he was going to look like that? He smirked slightly as he stalked into the city. What was he going to do the rest of the day? The assassin didn't know, but he was sure he'd get in trouble somehow.
Tarn had talked to Verne for a while before deciding to head out. Though the she-cat had warned her of the ferocity of Primal Instinct, the loner thought perhaps it was an exaggeration. She padded through the city, searching out someone to talk with. It had been amazing to find someone related to her group so far south but ultimately converting her wouldn't be as rewarding. Tarn moved on.
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It wasn't long before he caught the scent trail. After all, it was his job to know exactly who came in and out, or at least, he felt like it was. So it was of no surprise when he reached her, a charming smile on his face. "Why, isn't it my lucky day?" He chuckled, the darkness not quite gone from his gaze. "And the second one this week. Incredible, absolutely incredible."
The tone he used was strange, almost too predatory, but at the same time as smooth as honey, a strange combination of molten fire and intrigue. "Now, sugar, for what do I have the honor of making your acquaintance?"
What an intriguing voice! Tarn whipped her head around to come face to face with the source of the sound. "My name is Tarn," she replied, voice open and kind. "I was just in the area. I hope I didn't intrude?" Her blue eyes searched his for the type of cat he might be but instead of being warned away, she felt drawn in.
