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Rafaello d'Este ([personal profile] mordacita) wrote in [personal profile] spoofer 2017-05-27 01:11 pm (UTC)

[ Rafa has already made a home in the city. That hadn't taken long. That had been easy by comparison to living there, where blood was far harder to come by than in Eudio. Feeding on animals had never been his favourite thing to do, but he could survive that way, at least until he could establish himself enough to ask for volunteers. So it is that he's moving through the forest, near silent. After much argument, his daemon has not come with him and has instead hooked itself up to the phone in his pocket. It means he's alone, picking his way through trees, crouching to pounce and attack, and using his nose to find --

To find something familiar. Rafa stops in his track, his head flicking up to catch that strain again. Warm, very definitely human, but known. So well known.

His hunt is abandoned in an instant. His feet carry him after the scent, urgency bleeding into his skin. He'd thought this one was lost, left behind perhaps forever, and right after Rafa had wanted to commit to him. It had been one of the hardest parts about leaving Eudio. He lets his nose lead him, the scent getting stronger as he gets near, and then. Then there's the camp, and there's a little elephant that makes Rafa smile, and then there's the man that makes him smile all the more.
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Dick. Dick Grayson. [ He moves closer, eager and disbelieving all at once. Can it really be Dick? Can he really be that lucky all over again? ]

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