Sweet Life

He would bide his time, as his call faded into dusk, echoes of his baritone notes fading as they would bounce from tree to tree in such harmonious song. He would wait, albeit, impatiently. His tail flicking in boredom around his hocks, until the dame would make her appearance. Looks were not deceiving, as she entered his view and spoke he would step into the light with grace. She was a fair deal larger than he, but he was unperturbed. The heat that billowed around her grace was enticing, drawing him forward, as a chuckle eased from the depths of his jaws at the brazen words that she would speak.

"Adorned in blood and violence? Baby, you don't have to speak so daringly to gain my approval."

He would step closer to her, testing her to see how close he could draw. Seeing how much that he could claim from her. His eyes would move over her, an approving smile flickering on his jaws, as he was forced to stare up at her, to meet the violet gaze of the queen. He wondered her name, her story, but he wouldn't be bothered to ask. He was simply looking for sex, not a date. The smell of her would fill him, and his knew if she looked into his two colored gaze, she would see it darken with lust. His time as a father hadn't dampened his desires, no, the thirst that felt for the sweet ecstasy, he still required.
"Trust me, pet, your body does more than enough speaking for you."