FOLLOW ME EVERYTHING IS ALRIGHT
02-18-2014, 01:30 PM
Sweetly he would sweep her away, taking her calmly into the unknown depths of the forests. She never felt like she was lost along the way as her guide would knowledgeably inform her of the flora that inhabited the trail sides. She never found herself with out a smile throughout the journey with Themisto. His conversation would continue throughout and she would gladly listen, chiming in little bits of knowledge when she could. As their time together continued she would feel herself becoming more drawn to him, but the question would arise in her mind if he felt the same. Did he hold the same thoughts as she, the whispers of a future in his presence. He seemed so protective and as interested in her as she was in him. He brought out a curious side to her that had never shown itself so prominently towards a wolf she had just met. Inwardly she would feel as he did, she was not ready for an intense relationship yet. Of course, she would feel the tingling of lust within her, but some things take more time than others. She was still quite young and rather timid in the airs of intimacy. It seemed though that Themisto would not be pushing such boundaries that she need even worry of such matters. Twig would spend her day getting to know who he was before jumping in too deep. Though it certainly felt like she was getting in over her head, the crush she was developing was growing ever stronger. His sun hewn gaze would meet with her own again as they drew near a water source. Already she could smell its cool scent. His features would change as they drew near, his giddy demeanor infectiously taking her over. She too would turn to seek a look at the massive body of water, what she did not expect was Themisto's incredibly quick departure. Giggling slightly she would protest as she followed after his fast form,?"Hey! Wait for me!" her slate colored paws would pound at the earth behind him. There was no hesitation visible as she too plunged into the water's surface. She would follow him, but would mirror his movements so they would come to be swimming side by side back up to shore. She had felt an urge to touch his nose as she swam close, but would falter at the last minute in a fit of timidness. Consciously she would make note of how close they swam, careful to not bring herself too close to his golden pelt. As her paws tread the water she would lap at the water's surface quenching the thirst she had gathered.? |