LOOK UP FROM THE PAVEMENT

He payed little attention to the ivory dame. It was apparent that she did not know his native language, and he would much rather speak Spanish than English any day- so he put her on the back burner. The darker female before him was far more interesting and had something to offer. "Para empezar, puede hacer referencia a m? como un rey, no un gatito. Pues ver?s, en mi reino lejos de aqu?, era rey." ( For starters, you can refer to me as a king, not a pussy cat. For you see, in my kingdom far from here, I was king.) Back in the Amazon he was a king of a large territory consiting of a few members, all females. His father had been king, but when Kusugra had reached maturity, he took the kingdom from his fathers grasp- but the victory was short lived. A plague consumed the jungle and all his subjects died a horrid death- except for him. He managed to avoid the contaminated food, and once he realized there was nothing left for him, he moved on.

He listened to her switch from English to Spanish, and he understood her both times, but for now, he would play it off as if he mainly spoke in Spanish. Which he did, but he did know English. He just felt like it sounded jumbled and raspy when he spoke it, so he avoided using it if possible. The darker she-wolf spoke with sensual intentions, and the man couldn't help but purr lightly and take a daring step toward her. "Seducirme, peque?o." (You entice me, little one). Thunderous purring ended his words as he looked at her hungrily. She enjoyed playing games didn't she? But instead of making another remark she turned to the lighter female and explained what he had said. Kingdoms? What kingdoms did she speak of? Mutt kingdoms, or feline kingdoms? He was so curious.




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