punk in drublic

It took more than a few moments for the dazed yearling to figure out what had roused him from his doze. A voice. Quiet and tentative, but nevertheless audible. He lifted his head groggily, rolled onto his flank, and blinked owlishly at the strange male. He was comparatively small, hay coloured and brindled with ivory. Even in the dark, the smaller boy's verdant eyes stood out like lamps against his pale mask. "You're rather sweet looking, for a mortal." he drawled absently. It took a great deal of effort to get himself sitting up onto one hip, hind limbs splayed carelessly to one side and leaning most of his weight on one slender foreleg. Emboldened by the lingering inebriation, he curled the corner of his maw up in a rakish grin. Two toned eyes half shut with drowsiness, he gave the stranger another casual once over. Yes, he was decidedly sweet looking. The demure posture, the hesitation that bled from his every pore. It had managed to draw the ordinarily shy yearling in, a moth to flame.

"Did you come all this way just to check up on me?" he asked, long fangs glinting in the moonlight and plush banner thumping lazily on the thick grass beneath him. Perhaps it was boredom, perhaps it was simply that he was tipsy and young, but he wasn't all that eager to take off quite yet.

"Pontifex" || "Hallux" || "others"