Summary: What will happen when two worlds combine? A graceful girl and a tattooed punk? Are the two really what they seem, or is there more than meets the eye? And what does any of this have to do with a fur coat?
Pairing: Fem!LuffyxBartolomeo (this pairing needs more!)
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Her tongue licked across her silky fur and then licked her paw. Her red hair shone brightly once the sunlight reached her; her scarlet coat matched the red glow from the sun.
It was going to be night time soon.
Her ears twitched and her oval eyes searched the surrounding for any signs of danger.
Footsteps.
They were coming closer. She sleekly hide behind tree and rotated between trees. She knew the scent. They was unwelcome in these parts, but they always found a way back. Their scent still lingered on the cliffs from their last visit.
It wasn't only her who disliked those that carried this scent, it was also others who lived in the forest and mingled together.
Maybe a surprise will change their ways. To stir them up from ever trying to come back into the forest.
Her lips curled into a smile and she hatched a plan. Or at least the closest she ever came to a plan.
She waited behind the tree until the infamous pack came into view. Their long legs, mostly covered in black hair, stepped through the leaves and branches. They tried to carefully pick their next step, but she already knew they were there; as did the others.
The others already hide. They were waiting until the unwelcome gotten tired and left. It was routine for the smaller and younger ones, until the unwelcome came back with more power and bigger packs, then even the older ones hid in fear.
Their pack differed a lot with those common in the area. Along with their hair-patched legs, they also wore those of their kill, instead of leaving it on the ground for others to use the waste. Huge metal traps were flung over their shoulders, and with each step, the chains jiggled against each other. Even if they tried to remain hidden, it was by their own devices that they were always found out.
She walked out from behind the tree and looked above their round heads, right into the sleety waterfall.
They froze in place.
Her legs moved and with each step, she gotten closer to the unwelcome. Their scent was stronger with each step she took. It was strong enough to make her throw up, but she stayed calm.
They weren't.
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He laughed in their face with dribbles of spit lining their cheeks. Once the jolly fellow was done laughing, the other man wiped his face off with his sleeve. His eyes came together as he gaze at the man, who was at least a head taller than him.
"You owe me," he repeated in a dull tone.
"Last time I'd checked, it was the other way around." His unnatural green colored hair swayed to the left. The lowering sunlight caused his nose ring to glint in the other man's face.
"I just came to get my money." His dull tone started to get impatient as he stood in front of the tattooed man. Unlike the punk, he didn't bring any men. He only thought this would be a quick exchange and get away with his money; but he was dead wrong.
Another man, dressed in weird cloths, waited at the end of the dock for his boss. There were others from this tattooed man's gang, but they were out of sight. "Come on! We don't have all day!" he groaned in distaste.
His boss nodded and looked back at the smaller man. "You heard him. Give it up." The shorter man turned around as if he was trying to leave, but the punk pushed him into the water. "You thought of walking out on me?" he firmly stated, "Not under my water."
The punk started to unzip his pants.
"Boss! Don't!" his underling called out.
"Why? This asshole owes me."
"Cuz ya goin' to piss all over your money." He had no other reason for stopping his boss. He was only thinking of the profit.
"Good point."