Mirror
09-08-2013, 07:26 PM
She would find her eyes roving over his steely frame, remarking in the pure beauty of the man. His silvery coat glistened in the moonlight, accented by his dark points of ebony. She was darker in hue than he, though only just. Still, she almost felt a note of jealousy pricking in her chest. There was something noble about a man who could control his pride, a man who trained for battle and was ready at a moment's notice. She could scarcely imagine how handsome he would be when a scar or two accented his brawn. Oh how she loved men who wore scars. But that was beside the point. He remarked that he would probably take her up sooner than later on her offer, to which she offered him a nod. ?I count the minutes,? came the eager tones. It would be nice to stretch her seasoned muscles. His paw aimed for her muzzle, and instinct would drop her jaw as incisors sought to nip gently at his limb - all the while preparing for the pressure of it likely hitting her muzzle if she missed. However, at the last second she allowed her jaws to click shut on open air, feeling the weight of his limb carry forth into the side of her muzzle. She chuckled and stood to her paws, knowing she ought to be heading home before daylight dawned on the north of Alacritia. ?I'd better be going, perhaps I can dig up that father of yours to make sure his pride isn't too badly bruised.? With a final nudge of her nose on his shoulder, she would take one last drought of his scent before turning tail and heading off toward their home. Exit Sendoa unless stopped. ?speak,? |