six feet under
08-22-2013, 02:20 PM
~*~ He was bold enough to give her another lick - this time flicking some stray bit of dirt or dust off her fur. Again she held still and allowed it. He was moving with reverence, and she was she was a generous sort of deity. She felt a familiar comfort warming through her at the touch. It wasn't really attachment or anything, but she liked to be adored. Still laying as stonelike and unattainable as before, she watched him with new interest. The scene seemed to be building towards something. Was she being wooed? What a brave black knight this was. Again he spoke. She was getting used to his way of speaking but it still left a bit to be understood. He said he was a Prince. Ranks among wolves held little meaning to the leopardess. So what if a mouse wore a crown? It made no difference to the cat. But whether or not the statement was true, it led to a find game. She was entertaining royalty here. The Prince of a distant land had come to pay her homage. And he wished to ask of her a question. "My name? It's Silverback." She remembered the first time she'd been asked for her name - just a few months ago. It was odd really, for, for years the only one she'd ever spoken to had been her mom. There'd been no point in conversing with her prey, after all. But now, now she was used to the common introduction. She dipped her head serenely. And suddenly the rest of her body was dipping with it. As smooth as liquid glass, her form cascaded from the stone table. She took a step forward and even went as far as to make a slow, stately circle around the male. He was large - about as tall as her, though not nearly as long. He was good looking as far as wolves went. Thanks to her night with Bane, she could find herself more appraising when it came to the looks of wolves. Of course this was no Bane, but was he still hoping to be a suiter? Kishan, hmm? Her eyes ran up and down his form with interest, taking in the black fur and golden eyes - and large scar on his left shoulder, rather than mar his appearence, it was held more like a badge or shield of honor. All in all, not half bad. The goddess had come down to the mortal's level now, and had even graced him with a name, but she waited now, preferring to watch the other's reaction rather than try to enforce her own will. |
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