maze of my heart

*Arsen* · 01-26-2016, 08:16 PM

Surprisingly the little woman would take a daring step towards him, bringing herself dangerously close to him, clearly unafraid of him. Not very smart of her, but who was he to tell her that? She would concur that she would love to get out of the rain, spinning herself around so that her rear was presented to him, very much the position that he had been imagining her in for the past few minutes. The little temptress. She seemed willing enough to go with him, except she wanted something from him first; his name. He chuckled to himself as she flipped her tail at him before moving out of his reach. Perhaps she was smarter than he gave her credit for. He would wait until she turned to look at him again before making his introduction.

With a grand gesture he would extend his right foreleg out while his left foreleg bent so that he was bowing before her. Scarlatti. Arsen Scarlatti. he would rumble in his heavy italian tongue, bringing himself to stand once more to his full height, his jade eyes dancing with dark intent as he suddenly brushed past her. He would throw a gentle nip at the base of her ear as he moved along, plowing along through the rain, knowing that she would follow. He would keep his pace even, not too slow and not too fast, waiting for her to catch up.

"Speak"

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