Scars Across My Face [Evelette]
04-23-2013, 12:51 AM
He had been tense for so long, that is seemed that he had to seduce his muscles into gradually relaxing. Of course, his battle-trained muscles could easily go back to ?fight-mode?, in the blink of an eye, but to be frank, he had, had enough violence in his life to last him a lifetime. He would be happy to settle down in a world where the violence was minimum and you didn?t have to fight tooth and nail to survive to the next dawn. He didn?t want to be useless, but he wanted peace? was that such a complicated request?
His eyes watched the lady as she spoke, ?Flatterer?, she had said, before standing up quickly. From where he sat, he could see every muscle ripple in her beautiful body, and felt a chuckle rumble in his chest. When she spoke about not being worth the felony just to meet her, he titled his head slowly, and listened to her next words interestedly. A buck, eh? This lady was simply full of surprises.
He stood smoothly, and stepped towards her, a cocky smile tracing the edge of his maw, as he walked beside her. He nodded at her question about the buck, eager to get on with the hunt. ?You call me a flatterer, yet, I was merely being honest with a twinge of compliments. A beauty such as yourself, must have a mate who compliments you regularly, yes?? While he said the words lightly, his interest in if she had a mate or not wasn?t very well veiled, she was intelligent and surely she?d notice that. ?As for if your company is worth the felony, I assure you, it doesn?t seem as if it would be disappointing, no matter the punishment.? A smirk was evident at his last words.
As they walked he listened as she tested his name on her perfect lips, and she told him her name, only asking that he stop calling her ?Miss?. Evelette, what a beautiful name for such a vixen, it was fitting. When she asked where he was from, he stiffened slightly. That story was dark, and not one that he particularly enjoyed telling. ?Well, Miss, I mean, Evelette, what if I call you Evey? ? He asked with a light chuckle before his tone turned solem, for when he spoke in regards to his past. ?I was born far from here, I?m not sure of the name of the land.?
He spoke about his past loosely and without much detail, hoping the dame wouldn?t pry too much. She didn?t need to know of the darkness that was his past, it wasn?t fitting for a beauty such as herself and he didn?t want to taint her, most likely optimistic views on the world.
His eyes watched the lady as she spoke, ?Flatterer?, she had said, before standing up quickly. From where he sat, he could see every muscle ripple in her beautiful body, and felt a chuckle rumble in his chest. When she spoke about not being worth the felony just to meet her, he titled his head slowly, and listened to her next words interestedly. A buck, eh? This lady was simply full of surprises.
He stood smoothly, and stepped towards her, a cocky smile tracing the edge of his maw, as he walked beside her. He nodded at her question about the buck, eager to get on with the hunt. ?You call me a flatterer, yet, I was merely being honest with a twinge of compliments. A beauty such as yourself, must have a mate who compliments you regularly, yes?? While he said the words lightly, his interest in if she had a mate or not wasn?t very well veiled, she was intelligent and surely she?d notice that. ?As for if your company is worth the felony, I assure you, it doesn?t seem as if it would be disappointing, no matter the punishment.? A smirk was evident at his last words.
As they walked he listened as she tested his name on her perfect lips, and she told him her name, only asking that he stop calling her ?Miss?. Evelette, what a beautiful name for such a vixen, it was fitting. When she asked where he was from, he stiffened slightly. That story was dark, and not one that he particularly enjoyed telling. ?Well, Miss, I mean, Evelette, what if I call you Evey? ? He asked with a light chuckle before his tone turned solem, for when he spoke in regards to his past. ?I was born far from here, I?m not sure of the name of the land.?
He spoke about his past loosely and without much detail, hoping the dame wouldn?t pry too much. She didn?t need to know of the darkness that was his past, it wasn?t fitting for a beauty such as herself and he didn?t want to taint her, most likely optimistic views on the world.