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Pulsus


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02-04-2014, 05:27 PM
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For this being his first time being around another female that wasn't his adopted mother, Pulsus didn't think he was doing too bad. Then again, he didn't have many female interactions, if any, to base his current alleged success on, so he could in fact be making a total idiot of himself without knowing it. Not that he would know how to make an idiot out of himself. The Black man had always been quite serious brute, even as a child growing up, so playing and fooling around weren't things that he was familiar with. Emotions were hardly a thing seen displayed on Wraith's features, but Cygent was just so infectious with her smiles that he felt himself wanting to smile along with her. She reminded him of his mother, such a tender soul, kind and caring. She was the only one who ever saw Pulsus smile, but perhaps in this new land that could change.


A pleasure to meet you, monsieur Black. Her heavily accented voice would pull the man from his thoughts, amethyst and icy gaze refocusing on her lithe figure. The stray breeze the swept in sent her snowy coat into disarray while at the same time messing around with his own, making him appear that much larger than he was until the wind settled down and allowed his fur to return to its place. There would a be a moment of silence after his question, followed by Cygnet rising to turn away from him, appearing if she were taking her leave. He would look after her with hidden surprise, taking that as her silent way of dismissing him. With a gentle shrug to himself the titan would get ready to make his own departure, barely about to turn around when suddenly Cygent called out to him, his name on her tongue causing a strange feeling in the brute. Won't you join me, monsieur Pulsus? Without question the man would turn back, massive sooty and ivory paws pulling him forward as he moved towards the snowy dove. He didn't quite understand what exactly had just happened, but he wouldn't dwell on it. He would pull up beside the woman, gazing down expectantly at her, waiting to see if they would continue onwards or if they would sit and chat once more.


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