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Perhaps it was silly of Xanon to traverse around Hemlock, where all of the worst of Faetasia's little beasties seemed to dwell. He was a baddie himself, of course, though he was not so violent or malevolent as many others he had encountered. He was somewhere within the realm of bad, but not bad, if that made any sense.

And yet this is where he felt the most at home, especially at night, when his pure white fur practically glowed in the moonlight. He liked to spend his time in the forest, a place that was assuredly dangerous, but he liked danger. It was...attractive, to him.

So this is how he found himself lying in the branches of a tree, bathed in moonlight, leaning back against the trunk, and one foot swinging idly at the branches side, pale blue eyes glittering with the stars they drank in from above. This is how he found himself, suddenly sharing said tree with another, though he somehow hadn't noticed her at first, as though she had just appeared silently, like a ghost.

It wasn't until she was swinging, the movement caught out of the corner of his eye, did he see her, and his head swiveled to the side, looking down, attention caught rapt by the sight down below. Bright colors muted by darkness. Ribbons whispering in the breeze. Something so curious as to be almost enchanting.

He shifted on his branch, quietly. He was fairly good at moving silently. He moved down a branch, and then another, closer and closer still. He eventually sat, nearly close enough to touch one of the ribbons tied to a branch just below his. Quietly, he slid himself down, backward over the branch, holding onto it suspended by the crooks of his knees, hanging upside down, a hand reaching, reaching for that ribbon, and grabbing ahold of it and attempting to pull it free.

Hm. Yep. Well...this was a predicament.

Xanon blinked in surprise and let out a startled sound when he felt himself suddenly pulled from his perch, his hand wrapped tight around the ribbon that was the only thing saving him from falling to the ground below. He cast his icy blue eyes upwards and lifted his other hand to grab onto the ribbon as well, wondering if he should try to climb it back up or if he'd be better off at this point just to let himself drop the rest of the way down to the forest floor.

His choice was made for him when he was pulled up by the pink, ribbon-clad woman he had been watching from above.

"Uh, hi to you too." He raised an eyebrow when she began wrapping the ribbon around his wrist. Why was she doing that? Something seemed a bit off here, but he wasn't sure what.

"I mean, no, not usually? Is it your habit to try and kill guys you've just met?"

It was meant to be a joke; his lips even quirked up into a half-smirk when he said it.