Whose bed have your boots been under?
03-11-2013, 06:08 AM
The boy was busy trying to determine if this was some great figment of his imagination. Jus now much damage had that fall really done to make him think that a beautiful creature such as her was standing here talking to him? A faint smile fluttered on his lips and remained there, rightfully so. What luck! To have recently discovered the allure of both wandering and those of the female persuasion, and now to have stumbled across one whom was not blood related! Not to mention he'd just survived a potentially detrimental fall into a ravine. Oh yes, Maverick's luck was favorable. It seemed she may have bought his foolery about him intentionally falling, but Maverick wasn't certain. Either way she didn't seem to be making a fool out of him, and that's what mattered, wasn't it? Her smile glittered on her face like a tiara. Briefly, Maverick wondered what had placed it there. Her comment about his nickname certainly brought one of his own to his mask, so, she didn't mind being called gorgeous, eh? Eyes twinkled with excitement. The girl was well versed, obviously having been around others before, she was well groomed and fed, leading him to believe that she must be a pack wolf. But which pack? There were so many he could scarcely keep up with the names, not that he cared much anyhow, Seracia was just fine for him. Still, a note of curiosity lingered in his features as she asked him the very same question he'd wanted to ask her. "The Kingdom of Seracia, on the southern delta. My parents are King and Queen," He knew where that second line would lead her to thinking, logically one would assume he was the Prince. But it didn't matter much, in all reality he knew he would be promoted to Prince soon enough, especially now that he was a yearling and could actually begin training. The smile would linger as his tail painted a line behind him with a soft, elegant wag. The pain in his side would gladly be ignored in her presence. "And what about you, gorgeous?" Speech, |