Hit The Ground like Thunder
12-13-2013, 05:01 PM
The cat beside her let out a low growl, followed by a hiss before she fled the scene. The she wolf did not worry for the cat, she would return when it was safe. What she did worry for, however, was herself. Turning, the dame cast her liquid mercury gaze upon a strangers boldly patterned bodice. The man made a strange noise in the back of his throat, like a purr. The giantess lowered her cranium to search his gleaming orange optics for intent, but found emptiness. How strange. Lifting her cranium, the woman fought to keep her hackles lowered, the unease she felt in the strangers presence burrowed deep into her heart. "Is something wrong, sir?" The dame inquired, her silky soft voice falling from dark lips, ethereal tones falling into the air shrouded in mist. One could hear a distinct yet faint accent in her voice, speaking of her Russian origins. The alabaster dame was sure not to seat herself upon the ashen terra, despite the desire to rest. She was curious about this male, yet something told her he was different from others she had met. Talk like this |