<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d6/MolochMask.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><em>Moloch, #2882</em></span></span><br/><strong>Where: </strong>Backyard<br/><strong>When: </strong>Friday, Dusk<br/><strong>Who: </strong>Snow & Sam<br/><strong>Status: </strong>Closed<br/><hr/><br/>A soft chuckle rose from deep in Moloch's chest as he rose back to his feet, crushing out the dying ember on his cigarette before dropping the remains into a small metal tin he carried in the pocket of his robe.<strong>"I personally find that the most interesting things happen when one has lost their way.  Little Red Riding Hood would have never met the big, bad wolf if she'd remained on the path.  Hansel and Gretel would never have found their fortune if the birds hadn't eaten their trail of bread crumbs."</strong>His smile widened as he cocked his head and motioned to Sam.<strong>"And you might never have met Sam and I if you hadn't lost your way, my little lamb."</strong><br/><br/>He nodded to Sam and moved across the grass, standing near them and looking out over the garden, facing the opposite direction.<strong>"Mmm...Honestly, I've rarely had the chance to do much exploring on the grounds.  Much of my time here has been spent indoors.  Would you be so kind as to give us a tour, Sam?"</strong>He turned his head to look over at the two of them again, that faint curve lingering on his lips.<strong>"Assuming, of course, that the lovely lady wishes to join us.  I would hate to presume, since she might have a prior engagement."</strong>His gaze settled fully on Snow, one brow arching.  His eyes revealed an unapologetic predatory gleam, a mixture of desire and hunger, as if he<em>were</em>the big, bad wolf and she the hapless little lamb who'd wandered too far from the protection of her flock.<br/><br/>He extended one large hand, his sleeve sliding down slightly to reveal an unexpectedly muscular forearm, offering it to Snow palm-up.<strong>"Shall we, as Sam so aptly stated, hug the motherfucker until the whistle blows, mon petit chou?"</strong>The gleam in his eyes shifted to a reckless sparkle, his smile seeming to encourage her to throw caution to the wind and let go her inhibitions and fears.  His fingers curled slightly as if already anticipating the feel of her small hand in his.