When the Day Met the Night
09-21-2013, 04:26 AM
The call of his silver lady would deliver him from his perch upon a fallen tree, dropping to the crisped vegetation beneath him with as much elegance as one could naturally possess. Extended tail would flick about his hocks, wavering from left to right as the man would seemingly preoccupy himself with self elegance. Yet the dame?s call would be enough to give him evident purpose, coral toes gliding out before him as rosy orbs would hungrily search for the rewards of her beauty. But what was this? Just ajar to the borders she would stand with her opposite half, an ebony man hovering close by her side, almost too close for comfort. Though his apparently over-whelming joy and itching energy was enough to soothe Isardis, not particularly judging him to be a man of ill intent. Still, the king would remain wary. ?Miss Luna, who have you brought to me, hm?? he would continue towards his brood, attempting to push briefly at her nape with his snout; perhaps a brittle attempt at proving his ownership to the male before them. ?You had best introduce us, before he bursts out of his seams,? a snide remark directed towards his imposing joy, concluded by a fizz of pleasure as his jaws would shudder free of a proud chuckle. |