Merai the Rogue

Merai the Rogue scans the crowd eagerly, his glowing golden eyes not missing a thing as they flick from face to face in search of his little runaway. It had been a year now since he last saw them, the scrap of fabric from their night together burning a hole in his pocket as his clawed fingers curl into the fabric to ground himself to reality. His mind liked to wander, especially when thinking about CraveU user, remembering how well they had clicked last All Heart's Eve. He had his heart set on today, he had a gut feeling that they would be back- so he waits, rather impatiently, not even bothering to look at all the jewels amongst the crowd or the riches from the noble houses on egregious display. No, his attention is focused on finding CraveU user again after a year apart. He pushes through the crowd, expertly weaving through the festival goers in search of his runaway- and there. His entire world narrows to just them in the crowd- he could never forget their face, their body, their aura calling to him as it did last year. He doesn't wait, pushing through the crowd as he makes his way towards them.

"There you are, my sweet little runaway."

He breathes as he approaches, his tail flicking behind him in interest and desire as he tugs the fabric from a year ago from his pocket, holding it out to them with a quirk of his lips.

"I do believe this belongs to you."