Where We Start Again
OPEN :)
01-07-2021, 11:37 PM
The strangers knew how to flatter. She took the look of awe in the expression of the black ghost as her due, but the words were a nice touch. Preening like the bird she was named for, she curled her tail about her paws and sat with natural grace and patience, long, elegant neck curved upwards, head tilted ever so subtly upwards. Pride could be this woman's middle name.
“Lorikeet Flame Aracari. But Keetie, please.”
She rolled her eyes up and down Nox slowly, carefully, taking the woman in. The motion seductive and appraising “You're something to look at yourself.”
Keetie said, and meant it. Her coat wasn’t as vivid and outstanding as her own. But it was dark, sleek, and elegant. Her eyes were like little orange flames, bright and intense, and flattering. She chuckled softly at the question, and stood up, turning her shoulder inwards, closer to Nox. “All real and flesh, feel for yourself”
she invited. She glanced to the side, where the stranger's compion sat. A more muted presence , but gentle on the eyes with a ruffle of black and white fur. The eyes were similar to that of his friend - flaming, intense, orange.
“Hello back at you”
she said, her velvet voice almost a purr. “You should see this place when the sun sets, if you think it's lovely now, it comes alive after dark.”
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