Crashing Tides [open]

N/A · 03-19-2013, 11:08 PM

He approached her slowly, drawn towards the unearthly glow she carried in the pale moonlight. He had sworn himself to celibacy, but was easily tempted away from the righteous path. He smelled of the sea, and carried himself just as fluidly, rust colored strands swaying in the cool breeze of the night as he approached the damsel. No wolf had ever come so close to his den before, not that he knew of, not one that would give him any attention. "Greetings." he hymned, the R's rolling off his tongue from his foreign accent as he glided closer to him. She smelled of Seracia, she was no threat to him or anyone else in his family, but she had yet to prove herself his friend. "I am Sir Segar Flores." he introduced, his voice a silky sweet purr of a noise. He was undoubtedly attractive, more so than any other wolf. His body lacked any visible scars and his eyes glowed with the hue of summer grass, contrasting against the brown mask of his face and the ginger color of his fur. Unusual, that was the best word to describe his bodice. Soft, long well kept fur adorned the slim muscles of a runner, not a fighter, beguiling the swift nature of his combat style and finesse. He was as every bit beautiful as he was charming, a sword he handled with excellent precision.

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