Whose bed have your boots been under?
03-10-2013, 08:57 PM
Black, everything was black. The possibility that the fall may have left him blind crossed his mind, but he soon realized that his eyes were shut. The labor of opening them was more than it should have been. Thankfully, he had landed on his side on a particularly sandy part of the ravine, free of rocks or other dangerous debris. Perhaps it was luck, or perhaps it was skill, the boy would never know. He continued to lay there, having very little will to pick himself up just yet. His side was numb, but he was sure it would ache like hell when he finally did get up. Green eyes would open to reveal not a spot of blood in the water, at least none that he could see. Great, he thought as he heaved a sigh, preparing himself mentally and physically to get up and out of the water. Before he could move, however, someone prodded him on his side. His head twisted around to look at her as a growl bubbled in his chest. Of course, at this angle he couldn't tell much about her other than the fact that she looked concerned for his well-being. Maverick grunted and scrambled to his paws, unwilling to lie down in the presence of a stranger. He wavered on his paws as water dripped off of his soaked frame. Eyes narrowed suspiciously as he watched her for a moment. Then, deciding that she wasn't a threat, he relaxed slightly and gave a wave of his tail. He gazed at her for a moment, finding her to be quite beautiful, and about his age. Suddenly slightly smitten, the boy would offer a small greeting. "Well hello." A miss would have normally been tagged on the end, out of politeness sake, but Maverick knew that girls liked guys a bit tough and macho. At least, that's what he thought. Of course, falling into a ravine wasn't exactly macho, was it? Unless he played it off as if he'd jumped, done it purposely and only messed up a little? Yes, that would do it. "I suppose that didn't go just like i'd planned.." He trailed off, leaving no inclination that he was playing any sort of trick on her. If there was anything the boy was good at, it was having a poker face. A smirk crossed his lips as he feigned a look up at where he'd fallen from. It wasn't that far, only a few feet, but he was feeling the pain in his side already. Turning back to her, the boy decided to offer his name, hoping to get her own in return. "The name's Maverick." He paused, allowing her to file it away for future use. He knew she would. "What's yours? Or should I just call you gorgeous?" A genuine chuckle burst forth from his chest, dripping from his lips like fine wine. The lady was gorgeous, he only hoped she wouldn't smack him for calling her so. "Speech," |
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