If death is your friend, let me be your lover
06-23-2013, 02:00 AM
The female approached, and he swayed slightly to the left, his feet still planted in the sticky earth. The gremlin?s head cocked to the side, and he continued to examine her with a pleasant curiosity. She responded, and he was a tad disappointed for but a second. Then a wicked grin cracked along his narrow muzzle, and he quipped swiftly, ?No one is too young to die.? Everything could and would die eventually, some earlier than others. The seeds that would never make it to the earth, the bird eggs stolen and devoured by rodents ? the puppies snatched away by predators. Death was everywhere, and pitiless. He rolled his bony shoulders once before piping up again, offering his explanation freely as his expression sank to mild neutrality, ?Because Caesar wants a new doll.?
He arched his back to stretch, his thin muscles shuddering before he stood straight again. The fiend?s lips were touched with the slightest of smirks ? a haunting and secretive thing to match emotionlessly staring eyes. Her blue mane was certainly pretty. He wanted it. Maybe he could pull it off, or maybe she would end up becoming a doll even if she didn?t plan on it. His tongue flicked out to wipe idly along his whiskers. Ears flicked gently as to snare her name as it came his way, and he shrugged. ?Caesar is Caesar.? Wonderful words of wisdom. The creature?s attention drifted from the matter of questions and concerns to just what he would do about all this. He was without a doubt interested in the wolf before him, but how to get what he wanted?
The shadow swathed miscreant shifted his weight from his left side to his right, focusing once more upon the female. An innocent smile blossomed upon his lips, broadening and sweetening the previous smile in a most natural way. ?Has Miss Vahva Bluemane ever had a mud bath?? he chirped, his bushy tail lifting to sway lightly from side to side. Mud baths would be the way to go. And he rather liked them too!