Write To Me & Escape
08-11-2013, 11:53 PM
The grey and black beast rose to his feet after the dame removed herself from him. He didn't want her warmth to leave him, but they had to break apart eventually. He chuckled as he noticed her fur in disarray, he would do something with her still drying fur...but what? Attention pulled from his thoughts as he focused on the words that she said. His tail wagged, tongue hanging from his mouth as he got excited about her hunting with him. She had said yes! His body writhed with excitement as he walked over to her and tussled the fur on the crown of her head with his paw. Being around her somehow, made him feel like a playful puppy again. Barking playfully, he tried to compose himself but to no avail. Instead, he bounced past her towards the trees.
"Well then, let's go find food! We're practically in Seracian lands, and...I figure since I'm with you now, it would be alright to catch something...bigger then a rabbit?" He asked hesitantly. Now that he thought about it, he was craving the chase of a deer or even a buffalo. He had never tasted buffalo before, and wondered what it would taste like. He had often seen them running in droves along the range lands and the open spaces of Alacritis. The deer always seemed to be bountiful as well, and wondered how they tasted as well. Ah, too long he has gone without tasting the flesh of bigger game.
He looked back at her, his pelt dripping from the water. Silver parts of his fur seemed entirely black now that it was wet. The scars showing prominently through his coloring, but he no longer cared. Aeil had after all, accepted him for who he was. A first in his life, actually. That had made him happy, a happiness that he didn't know how to describe. He was just...happy. Ecstatic actually, that one so pretty as herself would say such nice things to her. He felt unworthy to even be in her presence, and yet...he wondered why she was so nice to him. He tried to push the thoughts from his mind, he didn't want to spoil his happy thoughts. Not now. He waited in excited patience(if that makes any sense) for her to follow, his black tail wagging madly.
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