~Dante~
Thunder claps in the sky, providing a dark sense of thrill to those who are unafraid of it. There are no flashes of lightning. No signs of an incoming rain, which gives me the feeling that things are about to turn sour. I can never be too sure with these things. My gut feeling isn't always accurate. It never notices something as a full on threat.
That has something to do with the way I'm built. I don't consider anyone as an actual threat to my safety. As thunder parades through the night, and clouds darken, I await the disturbance of a certain brunette.
Her honey scent is the first thing that alerts me, I'm not alone anymore. As much as I would love some time to myself. Noelle was quiet during dinner and so was Lynx.
Those two talk every time they're in the same room. I knew something was wrong when they kept their lips together, and ate stiffly. Thanking me, and calling it a night.
Lynx didn't even want me to read her a story.
