i know your hope is heavy
08-17-2016, 04:41 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-20-2016, 11:46 PM by Jaelle.)
He made his way calmly towards her, chuckling at her compliment. She took a pause when he spoke, listening to the odd accent that he carried. Her smile only grew, she had a feeling that this brute would be exotic, just like the look of him. She giggled at his quick retort, her tail swinging happily behind her, the always constant sound of her bells following. "How ever did you pull that off? I bet you had to add a lot of berries to your diet to get that lovely shade of red. Or do you prefer to bathe in the blood of your enemies? With nice chompers like those, and as well built as you are, I have no doubt that it would be quite easy," her smile grew more sly, her back and forth with Xeph had brought out more quick quips from her. Gone where her shy and fearful days, she was now a bold and confident woman. Still had no luck keeping on all fours, and she still loved her childish games. She was also getting a lot better at flirting. He very openly looked at her, just as she had done to him. There was no harm in looking at things that pleased your eye, was that not a reason why the gypsies wore such extravagant things? Jaelle's chest puffed up when she complimented him, all in a mock show of her pride. She didn't think she was too pretty, really. She was quite plain, only spectrum of gray colouring her pelt. He asked for her name, to which she just let out another laugh. Stepping lightly around his larger body, she danced circles around him as her bells called out. "Now, where would be the fun in that? That would take all the mystery away, good sir," she came up in front of him again, lightly booping his nose with the tip of her tail. Trotting away, she looked over her shoulder and winked her brown eye at him, before sitting at the rivers edge, dipping her paws in. She sat in silence for a few heartbeats, acting like nothing had happened at all. Her head slowly tipped towards the sky, watching as the stars started to grow more and more apparent. Letting out a sigh, she turned and eyed the handsome stranger, her head tipping towards the side. "You gunna join me, pretty boy?" she asked softly. "SPEAK" |
Unless otherwise stated, Giet (Goat the stoat) is always with Jaelle. He is grumpy and mean, and may not always say nice things.