Snippet #2761635

Anselm watched as Lady Ein took off into the direction of the gate, face still stuffed, chewing slowly. Furrowing his brow, he looks around at the mess in the streets, then at the citizens eyeing him cautiously. Thinking over the choices that were provided to him, he either stay and inevitably be ordered by the "man" to clean up this mess, that wasn't... entirely... his fault, or bring back a lost cat child and hopefully fight something along the way. The choice was obvious. He swallows and rolls his eyes, slumping over in a defeated manner.

"Okay, ffffffffffine!" he says, in a rather childish manner, before taking off after her, catching up eventually as she and he exit the gates. He gets somewhat a chuckle though, at the thought of Ein rushing to aid a child. He grins from ear-to-ear, finding this situation more amusing than he probably should. "Gee, Ein, 'ere I thought ya didn' care much fer kids."

Then, suddenly, he stops grinning. There really was something wrong with the forest today, it felt more active than ever, but sounded quiet, it wasn't normal, not the normal he became accustomed to. Then he felt it, something familiar, like an impression from a bad dream. His hair stands on ends and body tightens, his inhuman pupil dilating. He could feel his mutated flesh crawling, getting worse the deeper they get, the feeling emanating from the direction of the swamp. As if possessed, he picks up speed, his expression now blank, unreadable.