Step Free of The Shadows

The few that approached him was certainly an interesting one. She was beautiful, that was without question. But she knew it too. The male could tell by the way she carried herself. There was a confidence that she strutted with. Something of the same confidence that Newol carried under the right stimulie. He fond himself entertained by how she checked herself over in the water before speaking. He found himself accepting these as the right stimulus for that mood. Newol knew he was a dashing wolf himself. He was of a royal pedigree after all, and all the fish that his diet consisted of these days, his pelt was healthy and had a good look to it. The scars across his muzzle where perhaps his favorite part about himself though. Because those scars where the difference between him and the temptress. His scars made him real.

Something about her, though, it struck a cord in him. He knew what, too. It was the fact that she was a woman, and that she was a looker. He was here to take a break, right? So take a break he would. He was willing to play the game for a rare change. So, throwing on a gentleman's smile, he closed his eyes in a low bow of his head, musing in his smooth voice. "Why, waiting for a chance to steal such a fine lady as you from the crowd, of course." And with that he raised his head, bringing his gaze back up to meet hers. His eyes now carrying a spark of confidences much like her own. Only a fool would think that a fool us h as Newol didn't know how to play. He'd meet the Queen of the temptresses upon first arriving in Alacritis, and she'd been the most enticing of them all. By now he'd learned a thing or two.