It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
10-16-2013, 10:33 AM
He had been relaxing. The man was always relaxing. Usually he enjoyed to do it with a women wrapped around his paw, but at that moment he was just flicking around the cliffs. His body was seen jumping and balancing. He was a great climber by default, he assumed it must be a trait from his father or something. He was honeslty great at everything, except for comitting. The man effortlessly pranced across the cliffs. He watched as the sky turned into a much more dark version of itself. His dark form blended in with the shadows. His fur was not completely black, though at night one could think it was. He was a dark grey with a blue tint. Upon her muzzle and head was dapples of mahogany and lighter greys. He was a complete mix of his mother and father. The superior pup. His legs were fashionably accessorized with a silver braclet just beneath each knee. They were plain but shone within the soft light that was emitted by the moon itself. Around his scruffy neck was a silver chain with a single gem that hung low, it was white, beautiful. Kris was an image of elegance, there was no doubt. His nose was delighted when a beautiful scent filled its passages. Female. He groaned with delight. The wonderful smell scent a pleasurable desire through his pumping veins. He skipped closer and closer to the source before his silver eyes landed upon an image of divine beauty. He was not phased by her pristine body, an Albino. Albinism ran through his family. Many of his cousins, sisters, brothers, and distant beings were blessed with such traits. He grinned as he approached her. The being was perched upon a cliff, watching the sky preform its change. He slithered closer with devious ease. He then dipped his head into an unseen bow as his baritone vocals filled the brisk air. "Mind if I join you, my Goddess.?" His eyes roamed her body in delight, but he did not urge closer. Yet. "" |