You know what Time it is

The night progressed to the point this Stranger thought it was fitting to flat out sleep against him. How many screws were loose in that head were beyond Jesse’s understanding but as long as the little idiot wasn’t outright buggin’ him, he could put up with being a pillow. Come the next morning, a disgruntled man had laid in place of the werewolf.

Twin ivories gleamed underneath the silvery moonlight, attached to a maw having already been parted for a slow breath to calmly exhale. Pointed ears swiveled forwards, the scent being none he’s encountered thus far as a wet nose huffed out in a contemplative snort. Not many would dare to approach a lumbering Beast sitting contently after having his fill of a recent kill but as far as the Lycan could tell, not a trace of fear could be detected to the tranquil atmosphere.

What was more, a bold set of metallic fingers dared to reach out and scratch him under the chin as though he were tame. That wasn’t even beginning to touch upon that certain stench of cats practically wafting off this walking tincan. Licking at his chops, the mass of fur felt little need to rouse himself as it were, shrouding his fangs behind a lip in allowance. 

Sometimes it’s a wonder...

I’m actually loving this and if it’s okay at some point I’m going to reply- Eragon was one of my favorite book series

Book Starters📙  + a page number from the last book I read and I’ll do a starter based on the page chosen

Book: Eragon

The scent of old leather preserved through the quaint lighting in the cozy little cafe, a piping hot cup of sweetened chocolate sitting idly had been more than welcomed for the Old Hunter. Long locks of earthy tresses spilled over broad shoulders, having been pulled loose from the howling winds clawing at the windows outside.

“ Cold, ” He remarked, canyon-colored orbs looking to the lady serving his food, “ It didn’t snow but it froze each night. ”

Reaching up to grab at a weathered hat, it set itself aside within his own space before the Gunslinger reached to pull the crimson ribbon free of his locks. A gloved hang combed through his hair, smoothing it out to the best of his ability before gathering it and tying it once more. Metallic tipped fingers clinked softly against the countertop, a warm smile offering it’s graces over his bearded face, placing the money to pay for his meal.