The Tiger had seemingly scared her with his emergence into her view, a small chuckle left his throat. At his words end, she spoke the title she was called. “I’m Evangeline,” A grin pulled onto his cheeks, the hunter was already feeling the energy from this tie. It was like a drug to him, a game. He wanted to see how far he could go, how quickly. He of course wasn't a monster, he was a womanizer. He preyed on women who needed to feel important, who needed the thrill of lust and being wanted. He didn't care for consequences, nor for the women he used. After all, in his mind he was also being used by them. He was the very thing that thrilled them for a night, made them happy and would continue to if they chose - But he refused to take the title of a mate with any of them.
Her words as she looked down at the string brought him back to attention, he was too busy imagining himself with her. “I see you’re the soulmate I’ve been looking for. It’s good to meet you. It’s . . . it’s not every day I get tied to a handsome tiger man,” His grin only got wider as he chuckled again. "You flatter me, Evangeline." He spoke, his eyes finally looking to meet hers once more. He was too busy staring at her star pelt. “Where do you come from? His smile slightly fell after he let out a more awkward chuckle. "The sea, apparently." He spoke, giving a sigh. "I haven't felt the warmth of a den in what feels like ages, though I quite like the company of the dead forest." He spoke with a smaller smile. Hopefully, he'd play right into her sympathy. His eyes showed some sorrow as he looked from his paws up to meet her gaze. "However, I did not come here to speak of packs and politics, my dear. What are your thoughts of having a little fun? You look a little down. No ones around, and I promise I'm a lot more fun in that way than I am to look at." He smirked, hoping to hit it off.
Walk, "Talk", Think.
"all my friends are dead ;; all my friends are dead."
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