blackberry currants
08-22-2013, 03:05 PM
The feline rolled the skull of the rabbit around with her paws, her massive paws, absent mindedly. It was amusing to watch really. This large fearsome predator playing with it as if it was a toy. Dempsey's half of the rabbit was marvelously picked clean. The bones appeared pearly white even though they had been severely bloody just a moment ago. Admittedly, he was a delicate eater. Every bite he took he would peal back the flesh in an orderly fashion. It was one of his quirks, though he never really shared it with others.
"Do you know? You're the first male to ever take me on a dinner date? Thank you." The wolf turned his platinum eyes to the female and stared at her. A date? Well if that's what floated her boat he could turn on some charm. There was no expression on his face. He was very skilled at keeping it blissfully blank.
After a minute or two he raised a defined eyebrow at her. "I don't do dates." He licked his lips then. "I'm more of a night owl," He drew on the memory of his last encounter with a pretty wolfess to make his voice husky and low, "But I'm glad you liked our 'date', dear. If you were of my kind I'd invite you to stay with me to watch the stars." He let his eyes roam over her body and he began to memorize the pattern of her coat. It really was a shame she wasn't a wolf, he would make quick work of her. Dempsey wasn't one for drawn out relations after all. He just didn't care enough to keep them going. Maybe one day he would care, for one very special femme perhaps. No, probably not.
"Do you know? You're the first male to ever take me on a dinner date? Thank you." The wolf turned his platinum eyes to the female and stared at her. A date? Well if that's what floated her boat he could turn on some charm. There was no expression on his face. He was very skilled at keeping it blissfully blank.
After a minute or two he raised a defined eyebrow at her. "I don't do dates." He licked his lips then. "I'm more of a night owl," He drew on the memory of his last encounter with a pretty wolfess to make his voice husky and low, "But I'm glad you liked our 'date', dear. If you were of my kind I'd invite you to stay with me to watch the stars." He let his eyes roam over her body and he began to memorize the pattern of her coat. It really was a shame she wasn't a wolf, he would make quick work of her. Dempsey wasn't one for drawn out relations after all. He just didn't care enough to keep them going. Maybe one day he would care, for one very special femme perhaps. No, probably not.