Bound by nothing
Jup
01-05-2020, 11:00 PM
She could not hold back the light laughter that rippled out of her throat as his words twisted into a riddle she could only pray to understand. It was such a mischievous answer, a spark flutters in her eyes as Sylvia wondered if she had found a kindred spirit in the blue demigod. Someone who knew how to have light hearted fun and banter, even with a stranger. Purple eyes grazed over the blue males form, admiring the beautiful artwork that decorated his hairs, but even more so his natural build that had her more primal instincts flaring. She threw a lazy grin down at the demigod at his demand for her name. "When you put it that way, how could I say no?" While she was growing attached to her perch above the unnamed male, introductions to a demigod seemed more appropriate on level ground so the chocolate female raised herself from her branch and gradually slipped off her perch. Surprisingly, she landed on the ground with an almost feline precision that had her smiling at herself. Anything to give a good first impression.
Sylvia turned to the male with a playful grin on her face. "Do you always make wolves work so hard for such little information?" She chirped with amusement in her voice as she took a step toward the blue wolf. "Sylvia Ada Bjork, is my name. But for a demigod like yourself? You can call me Sylvia... or whatever else pleases you." Sylvia would purr, taking another step forward. She had a faint desire to reach out and touch his fur, wondering if tiny stars like sparkles would fall if she tousled it just right. A fantasy more than an actual possibility she was imagining, however the idea filled her with delight. She narrowed her eyes at him suddenly, a playful tone in her voice as she spoke; "Have I earned myself an answer, or do you demand more, mysterious wanderer?"
Sylvia turned to the male with a playful grin on her face. "Do you always make wolves work so hard for such little information?" She chirped with amusement in her voice as she took a step toward the blue wolf. "Sylvia Ada Bjork, is my name. But for a demigod like yourself? You can call me Sylvia... or whatever else pleases you." Sylvia would purr, taking another step forward. She had a faint desire to reach out and touch his fur, wondering if tiny stars like sparkles would fall if she tousled it just right. A fantasy more than an actual possibility she was imagining, however the idea filled her with delight. She narrowed her eyes at him suddenly, a playful tone in her voice as she spoke; "Have I earned myself an answer, or do you demand more, mysterious wanderer?"
"Sylvia"