Lets dance, baby
10-26-2014, 11:42 PM
ooc;; motif freaks me out XD He would sleep soundly, massive beast positioned so he was balanced on his hips and his forepaws were stretched before him with head laying atop them. Ears flittered and twitched as toes clawed in to dirt, every so often something in his dream making his lip curl. Something drifted towards him. A sweet scent. Gwena? The smell would coax him from his sleep muscles rolling and flexing beneath his pelt as jaws opened to yawn languidly. It would be another few moments before he would blink his eyes open, a soft smile drifting over his lips. "Ẹ Gwena, gbọdọ ti a ti ni mimu soke lori..." His voice would slowly drift off as nostrils caught the scent more specifically. That was not Gwena. Skull would lift suddenly, sleep haze leaving him all at once as his skull snapped quickly to take in the sight of this stranger. Northerner. Pain arched through his neck with the sudden movements. He had different orders now. He would not speak, long legs slowly unfolding beneath him without shifting his position much. How had this one gotten so close to their home! Icy gaze would harden and narrow as he glared at her, lifting himself to his full height as paws slowly overlapped, one over another to separate them slightly. What would happen if he left? Could he turn around and walk away without her following him? Could he kill her here and now and be done with it? Should he be calling for help? For his brother. Hackles would remain lowered, skull lowered as well to keep his neck safe. He had made that mistake once before. Again, left paws would cross over right and he would attempt to put a more comfortable distance between them. Should she move lips would curl in warning. "Not welcome. Leave." A blanket statement, spoken in a heavily accented voice. It was one of his few known english terms, that and he knew how to introduce himself but this statement seemed far more suiting. Why was he having all the bad luck? What had he done to make the goddess punish him so lately? Was it because he had taken a break from his duties that one day to hang out at the beach with Gwena? God if this was what he was going to get for slacking he would never do it again! " This is my speaking color woop. speaking" |
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