some nights
04-03-2014, 09:16 PM
Upon this a question arises: whether it is better to be loved than feared or feared than loved? Oh, was this what the brute would live off of? Bouncing around territories like a clueless pup and looking to be killed? Pft, what was to life anyways? A big game that you can win simple prizes to, like mating, or earning a wife of your own to have and to hold. Mmm, he'd never have that. A mate to love. Even though that's what he's always wanted. But with his 'inappropriate attitude', as his mother always reminded him, it seemed to never cross his path. That wonderful opportunity to love a woman so much that you raise children with her, and call her yours. He's only thought of attempting to impress a girl, so that she could at least become his friend of have the slightest interest in him, but he always thinks she'll shoo him off as if he was a pest. If life was a game- it was strange game. And one that took great skill to win. The massive, sandy-hued man only stopped his bouncing and giggling when the sound of loud steps filled his large ears. He skidded into a mere stop, causing mud to splatter all over his chest. But the man acted as if nothing happened. The boy was more interested in seeing who had come to punt him off their lawn. But he wouldn't go easily. No, it might take a little bit before he decided he's hade enough of the constant commanding as if he was their slave, "Get off my territory, rat!" Or, "You ugly douche, get lost!" Eh, he's been called those names so much as a child, that the agony he used to feel from it faded like an old wound. And, not that it affected anyone anyways. It didn't hurt him, he didn't give a shit. The boy would only get angry if a foolish soul decided to harm him. His attention was quickly drawn to the massive woman, who had just now emerged from the tall grass surrounding him. She didn't look very happy--- but what did he expect!? For her to be dancing with joy because he was on her property? The man spread his legs out a bit and kept his eyes locked onto the girl, who he knew already was the queen. His tail slowly began to wag with excitement. Emerald eyes glittering to the moon's faint rays, a smile twisted onto his maw and crept it's way near his eyes. It was very wide- and unusual at that. As if he was staring a massive, untouched doe to eat. Her words slithered into his ears, sending excited shivers up his spine. Mouth would part slightly to a few devious-sounding words, "Oh, your majesty! Is it necessary to blurt curses in front of your children?" Rivulet simply smirked and lifted his foreleg, pointing a single ebon claw to her swollen stomach. A laugh bubbled from his inky black lips before he continued. "...And, well, actually I was just strolling through this ol' place, playing around with the fireflies. Aren't they just gorgeous? I have to admit, I'm jealous of your territory." His emerald pools left her stomach and rested back on her dial, smirk remaining planted onto his maw. The boy's tail continued to wag happily. He found it amusing that a 'queen' would blurt the word 'fuck' out loud like that. It wasn't very queenly- but he guessed that's how all pregnant woman were like. "Speech" |