if i had a heart
03-23-2014, 07:41 PM
He noted her pleased demeanor, her happily wagging tail. He was accustomed to others being pleased with his presence, and had conditioned his mind to believe that his very being brought excitement to others. Arrogance ran strong and thick in his veins. He too allowed his banner to wag once, twice, thrice before settling it. It wouldn't do to let her know he was as pleased to see her as she was to see him. The curiosity remained upon his features as he neared her slowly, coming to a halt only about a foot and a half away from her, his figure precisely in line with her own. He allowed his weight to shift back and to the right, upon his dominant right hind-limb as he stood before her. A smirk played across his lips as she proclaimed herself bored. Ah, so he was here to cure her boredom. She then commanded that he entertain her, and he couldn't suppress the chortle that rose up in his throat. ?I'm not your Jester,? he quipped - an ear laying back in feigned irritation. ?but I do have an idea.? He allowed a moment of silence to add to the suspense made in his previous comment. His tail flagged up as a mischievous glean took over his emerald gaze. ?We could fight.? There was a seriousness to his tone, hinting that even though this would be a spar with certain boundaries implied - it was anything but a game to him. He carefully shifted, allowing his balance to be restored upon all four of his paws instead of just the one. She could jump him at any minute (though he hardly expected that from Lysis) and he would not be pinned by his half-sister, even if she was older than he. One-hundred-percent Armada blood coursed rapidly through his veins, stimulated by adrenaline and sheer excitement. Blood vessels widened in response, sending a tingling sensation to the extremities of his bodice - including the ones that lingered between his hind legs. He backed up a single pace, not wanting to appear to retreat, but desiring distance all the same. He lowered his head as if he were stalking something, spine lengthening and extending to it's full length while retaining a straight line. ?C'mon,? he egged her on - eager to get started. Blood drummed in his ears as the seconds ticked by. ?speak,? |
Kyarst is 2 years old, 142 lbs, and 36" tall. This is your warning. He is prone to acts of violence including but not limited to: maims, claims, dominance challenges, etc. He is also prone to foul language. Also, Lysis is allowed to pop into his threads whenever she pleases, as the two are almost always close to one another.