What is it you truly want?

É R E B O S .
it was clear Eudora held a sense of humor and wit- and audacity. and today, it would not get the best of him. she was a refreshment truth be told; different from the norm of his rather tedious and strenuous days. her darling smile triggered his own faint dimpled grin yet it made no lasting expression. his eyes kept her at bay in a sense, asking her to prove herself in ways he'd never say aloud. could she tell he was lonely? looking at her for a moment before turning back to the horizon ahead, his ears remained active in listening. a serious man with a sober mind, he let his mind play. "Give me more audacity," his stare said as it, for only second, flicked over her face in secret.

her formalities were noted, appreciated and seen. an elegant woman, as poised as fine wine with a plum undertone; sweeter as you continued to swirl the velvety essence between your tongue and palate. Eudora was slowly being understood as an enigma. what strengths did she have, and more importantly what were her weaknesses? she asked about him yet his his own study of her had just begun. "You intrigue me." he sighed, coming to look at her again as she spoke. listening as she turned their encounter surprisingly intimate. her accented voice spoke a sincere plea,- for him to open up.

he flicked his ebon scut, ears swiveling some as he thought for a moment before his baritone voice drawled out. "Before I do such, as your patriarch I demand you show me your truth." a low growl began to slowly bubble in his chest- a primal purr of sorts that left from the deep cavities of his nose. flaring his nares and exhaling hot air, he watched with a dispassionate glaze over his dual toned eyes. his gesture was not to be mistaken; as it was more of a warning for her not to be advantageous of his interests. he desired her honesty. "What do you want in the end?"

Curious. so very, very curious to know who Eudora was.



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