What a Lovely Night
04-19-2014, 09:56 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-19-2014, 09:56 PM by Garthinaw.)
The unnamed female flirted back and it made the inner core of the giant silently rumble in delight. He hadn't met anyone who shared the same mannerisms he displayed in a very long time. The change was nice and he felt a bit more of him open up as the conversation continued to carry on. Ice blue eyes didn't miss her own gaze sweeping over his frame, taking in the details of the obvious silvers and whites against his black fur. In turn, he looked her over with a gentle, yet firm gaze as she spoke of the fog getting the blame. Politely, he met her own blue eyes and gave a tiny nod. "Such a horrible culprit, it deserves the blame." At that, he couldn't help but chuckle.
The russet-faced beauty spoke of the willows being her favorite places and he couldn't help but take her word. He was new, after all, and this was the first place he had sought refuge for safety, food, and water. It was a good thing he did, then, for he had no idea he would come across another wolf upon his first night there. Silently, he tried to imagine the willows at the break of dawn, when the sun would first appear over the horizon. "I will have to wait and see what beauty is captured here in the morning, m'lady," he commented. Her stroke of luck finding him was verbalized and he couldn't help but let another grin appear. "So far, I feel lucky to say the same thing. Not many females I come across in strange lands are as genuine upon first encounters." Garth hoped she realized that she was indeed one-of-a-kind.
Ice blue eyes would display a natural shimmer in the moonlight as she inquired to his origins. "You are right, m'lady," he confirmed her assumption before continuing. Even though they had just met minutes before, he felt pulled to tell her. "I come from a land named Neopia, one that has many continents and places to explore. Many different wolves and species live there, but I felt I had to see more than what it had." The memories was one of his reasons for leaving, but he didn't expose that part of him just yet.
The female then apologized and offered a soft smile as she gave her name. Introductions were a custom to keep in Garth's book, but since he was new to Ala, he wasn't sure how their customs were done. "I was wondering if such a pretty wolf had a name..." He couldn't help but give a smile that showed his pearly whites again. "Chrysanthe..." he said softly, letting the name roll of his tongue like a foreign delicacy. "A lovely name, to be sure," he said shortly afterward. "And please, the pleasure is all mine." His wet ears, now being dried by the lessening humidity in the air, perked forward as he revealed his own identity. "I am Garthinaw Liathorn, but most use my first name more often than not since it is all a mouthful." Garth couldn't help but chuckle and he flicked his large tail out to briefly wrap around his large hind legs. "So, Miss Chrysanthe, what all can you tell me about this...world I have come across?"
The russet-faced beauty spoke of the willows being her favorite places and he couldn't help but take her word. He was new, after all, and this was the first place he had sought refuge for safety, food, and water. It was a good thing he did, then, for he had no idea he would come across another wolf upon his first night there. Silently, he tried to imagine the willows at the break of dawn, when the sun would first appear over the horizon. "I will have to wait and see what beauty is captured here in the morning, m'lady," he commented. Her stroke of luck finding him was verbalized and he couldn't help but let another grin appear. "So far, I feel lucky to say the same thing. Not many females I come across in strange lands are as genuine upon first encounters." Garth hoped she realized that she was indeed one-of-a-kind.
Ice blue eyes would display a natural shimmer in the moonlight as she inquired to his origins. "You are right, m'lady," he confirmed her assumption before continuing. Even though they had just met minutes before, he felt pulled to tell her. "I come from a land named Neopia, one that has many continents and places to explore. Many different wolves and species live there, but I felt I had to see more than what it had." The memories was one of his reasons for leaving, but he didn't expose that part of him just yet.
The female then apologized and offered a soft smile as she gave her name. Introductions were a custom to keep in Garth's book, but since he was new to Ala, he wasn't sure how their customs were done. "I was wondering if such a pretty wolf had a name..." He couldn't help but give a smile that showed his pearly whites again. "Chrysanthe..." he said softly, letting the name roll of his tongue like a foreign delicacy. "A lovely name, to be sure," he said shortly afterward. "And please, the pleasure is all mine." His wet ears, now being dried by the lessening humidity in the air, perked forward as he revealed his own identity. "I am Garthinaw Liathorn, but most use my first name more often than not since it is all a mouthful." Garth couldn't help but chuckle and he flicked his large tail out to briefly wrap around his large hind legs. "So, Miss Chrysanthe, what all can you tell me about this...world I have come across?"