Running [Ifrit]

He would stand there waiting for her to explain exactly what would happen in their little game of tag, and then he would cautiously torque his head as the dame moved towards him with some kind of...dark intent. Oh gracious she was touching him. There were paws grasped around his neck and a petite female wrapping herself around his neck. Ears were pinned tightly against his head as her face, particularly the bridge of her nose, pressed towards his own. Eyes directly staring into her grey ones he watched with insane focus. Was she trying to kill him? What the bloody hell was this?

Though, in her odd charade he understood what she wanted to play. A game of hunting. He would capture her, and then she would attempt to capture him. Very well. He understood his objective. Trap the little female. Nodding to her and slowly pulling out of her reach he staggered his legs out and his bestial form staggered his legs and something much more violent and carnal seemed to grow in his gaze. His orders were clear. Capture. Attack. Ravage Letting his gaze glide over her he would give her a long moment to begin running, and then, he would follow very closely behind her. Game plan was ready.


Speech!