Scars Across My Face [Evelette]

He watched as the lady sat down, whether she was simply comfortable herself of trying to make herself appear as less of a threat, he didn?t know, but politely he followed suit. His large frame rested on his haunches fluidly and he curled his tail up beside his body. He as intrigued by her, after most wolves saw his they tended to disappear quickly from his life, as if he was a beast that would attack them at any moment. Yes, the brute had a bloody history but he only fought out of honor, and never killed in cold blood. He didn?t understand how normal people reacted to him. It was quite strange.

She caught his implications of her beauty, and that amused him. She definitely wasn?t a dull female. He had met many a lady who?s beauty seemed to outwit her brains, and he was happy that this gorgeous damsel had both. He liked a challenge, and someone who could pose interesting banter.

At the lasses offer to join her in a hunt, his ears pricked up. He could use the challenge of a fresh kill, and though his fighting skills were better than his hunting skills, he still was a fair hunter. If his time alone was anything to show, he surely was not lacking a meal. He flexed his shoulders, kneading his paws in the ground as small smile danced across his maw. He readied himself to speak, by taking a small breath, catching her scent which caused him to ponder on her sweet smell.

?Ah, but miss, I think I was lucky to find the finest of the scenery around.? He spoke with a gentle teasing lit to his voice, his eyes dancing with amusement, and sincerity. ?I am glad that I didn?t intrude, however, I think it would have been worth it to meet you. As for a hunt, miss, I?d be honored to accompany you.? His tone was calm, though the excitement of the prospected hunt danced around the calmness of it.

He pushed himself back to his paws, and bowed his head, stretching out his paw in a respectful gesture. ?They call me Adonis, miss. May I have the pleasure of knowing the name of such an alluring damsel as you?? He spoke quietly, raising his head to meet her beautiful eyes with his oddly colored orbs. Yes, Adonis was nothing if not very respectful, as his mama once said, ? Hell hath no fury as a woman scorned? and he had little doubt that if scorned this beautiful lass could give hell a run for it?s money.