not to ride along with you

This fire pelted stranger seemed just as bold as she pegged him as, his gaze didn’t linger far from her at his slow approach. He was calculating, and curious in a hungry way. Were she a less confident she wolf she might have felt nervous in his presence. ”I am blinded by such beauty.” Ah, so he was a charmer. Well she was due for a little bit of flattery. She allowed her grin to widen at his words as she lifted her chin just a tilt. Belle shifted her stance slightly, positioning her limbs subtly to accentuate her perfect curves. ”To whom do I owe the pleasure?”

He stood proudly himself, his athletic body posed with confidence. This stranger seemed to have the whole package, looks, manners, intelligence. There had to be a flaw somewhere in his shining armor. Some little evil that if she were not careful he would take full advantage. Like a will-o-wisp, she wanted to follow but to do so meant a grave end.

Still, flirting with danger had its thrills. The she wolf’s ivory tail flashed as did her teeth as she offered a genuine smile. She lowered her head in a slight nod, refusing to bow to one not of Klein lineage. ”Deathbelle Ravage Klein,” She offered the whole of her title to him as she peered at him with lilac colored eyes. ”Who are you, casanova?” Belle’s voice was curious as she winked at him playfully. Flirting with danger indeed.