'Tell me your story. Start from the beginning. Start from where you felt unloved. Tell me the things you're afraid to admit. I want to know what makes you happy. Pretty girl, I want to make you happy again.'
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.07 | The Deal
There was a collective silence as the freakishly big tiger slunk its way into the the tent where all the back alley deals went down. Her feline ever-glowing eyes swiveled around the room as she caught each scent and heartbeat within a fraction of a second after entering the tent.
Her brilliant eyes were fixed first upon Killian, her master, who sat behind a large steel desk with his leather boots propped up on the desktop. He immediately kicked them down and stood with a giddy smile as Merida's mutant form entered the tent.
As those hate filled pupils stared her down, Killian made a noise in the back of his throat that was more like a grunt as his hungry eyes narrowed at her tiger form with a mild form of distaste.
He loved to hate her.
Yet he hated to love her.
Revulsion mixed with some sick twisted obsession was what his eyes were giving away right now. However, she paid no mind because she had a job to do right now. One that she was familiar with.
Merida's tiger form continued to slink around the room the long way as Killian had always taught her to do in a meeting. It was mostly to be more intimidating and give off an air of suspense. Killian just loved to create a show, no matter the occasion.
She padded around the room, her orange and black striped fur rippling in the overhead lights strung up at the top of the tent, revealing taut feline muscles that dared onlookers to come and try a swing at her.
Merida found her eyes now hyper focused on the grunts in the back of the room with loaded weapons.
They weren't Killian's hired hands.
They belonged to Diego.
Her intimidating gaze met Diego's and she was plagued with a sense of unease as his face was much smoother than she had originally thought it would be. She hadn't a clue what she thought Diego would look like, but it surely wasn't the person that was standing before Killian's desk.
He was young looking, brown skinned with a closely cropped haircut. He had an array of tattoos present along his neckline that peeked out of the tight knit navy-blue shirt he wore. His upper arms were littered in an assortment of colored tattoos from skulls and crossbones to spanish symbols that went beyond her education level.
His left ear was pierced with a shiny cushion pin diamond that was no doubt wrought from Africa as a blood diamond.
He had a five 'clock shadow and a small slit in his right eyebrow, but other than that his skin and demeanor seemed very soft. She couldn't put her finger on why that bothered her, but his outer appearance didn't quite fit the wholesome aura he gave off.
She slunk around him quietly, her paws thundering against the ground inside the tent as she sniffed his black jeans. He kept his hands behind his back the entire time, standing very still as Merida took a few sniffs of his person. Killian gleamed with delight from his desk and his eyes caught sight of Diego's men stiffening slightly at the intimidating tiger that had now entered the room.
