Ain't it fun living in the real world?
01-13-2019, 10:43 PM
Dance with the Devil || Was she coming off too hard? Perhaps that has been the case, it was explicable however. Mile-long limbs, graceful stretched before the vixen only to take a few steps backwards as to allow the subject in question enough place and distance. Audits flickered, roatating themselves towards the sound of the males voices, registering every syllable. "Pardon my impudence, I just never seen something quite like him." she purred in her dulcet sonnetes, harmonious, her words, heavy with a thick arabic accent. Her violet gaze shifted as her position did, sitting on her haunches with a roll of her curvaceous hips, measuring the boy from head to toe, taking in every muscle and every hair thread that adorned his body. "You are a most peculiar specimen." her elongated, luxurious tail curled around her teacup paws. Within moments her attention shited towards the other male that she had previously ignored in her awe and admiration of the boy filightless wings. "Been asking myself the same, Zuberi." she tasted the name on her tongue like whiskey, it burnt her throat inside out, escaping in raw syllables. She took him in, inhaling his scent for further use before her attention returned towards the child and his answers. Flightless wings, it would seem. A shame, for a wolf to have been blessed with the appearance of a bird, one could only imagine how the world looks from up there and the freedom it offers. "I am well familiar with these lands, yes. Though I have recently returned to Boreas myself." she gave a small nod of her crown, her shoulder blades rotated backward; her pose was the image of royalty, the grace her movements offered seemed eerie, surreal to the naked eye unless one stepped closer, much closer. She was aware of her surroundings, keeping her violet gaze, with its own gravitational pull, on both of her companions. Nothing was left to chance.
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