cracks in the pavement

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Like a silent ghost she would appear from the shadows, her body would meld forth, and if he had to guess, there was no way she exceeded him in age. Her body, though holding some kind of musculature, was particularly lacking in anything excessive, and where feminine curves were supposed to be, she retained a certain narrowness that spoke of immature bodice. As if he had quite a problem with that. The sire himself had reached his full height, however, his weight still had a ways to go, while yes, he was arguably solid, he was also, without argument, lanky.

Silence would become her main dish and the russet king would turn his own blue gaze into her chartreuse eyes and he would raise off of the earth, sitting and he would then proceed to wrap his tail around his limbs. Why...was she staring at him...like that? A bit hesitant as to what to do the male would simply torque his head a bit and ask, ?Errr are you...uh, can you talk?
"Speech!".