ardent

Captivate me



Soleil

Loner

age
6 Years
gender
Female
gems
282
size
Large
build
Medium
posts
50
player
02-04-2016, 02:18 AM (This post was last modified: 02-07-2016, 07:25 PM by Soleil.)

The woman had only closed her eyes for the first couple of swallows. The cool water that had run down her throat felt excellent and earned a moment of appreciation. It was after she opened her eyes again that she caught movement out of the corner of her eyes. For a few moments all she did was stand there with her head lowered as she watched him as well as she could without moving a muscle.

It didnt take but secinds for her to decide that a wolf grooming their self was of no threat to her. They either hadn't noticed her or they had decided to ignore that she was there. It was with that decision that Soliel confinued to drink.

The next thing she knew the male had drawn closer, and Soleil would try to act as though she didnt care by not lifting her head to look at him. She did however stop drinking as he stepped into the water causing it to ripple even more below her nose. It wasnt until he spoke in a languge that she didn't know, that she would finally lift her head and turn her gaze on him.

With the tild of her head and the raise of an eyebrow she would stare at him. Though he spoke the English giberish that everyone else around here seemed to speak, he had an attractive voice. Her eyes would stray from his face to his well built frame and the fur he had tried to tame. The first thought that came to mind was that of attraction, as this man was absolute eye candy. The second caused a giggle to bubble up because the second thought that he might have half groomed himself for her sake.

The confusion that had been etched on her face at his gibberish had been replaced with a smile as she quickly tried to cover up her laughter with words she olny hoped he would understand. "Je ne peux pas parler anglais." she had told him she couldnt speak English and then she would speak gain to tell him her name and to ask what he wanted to be called. "Mon nom est Soleil, que dois-je vous appeler?" slowly her turquoise gaze would find his face again as she watched to see if he would understand any of what she just said. If nothing else she liked his voice enough that she would sit and listen to him talk, even though to her ears all he was doing was making noise.