Come out.
04-26-2014, 08:36 PM
Alight.
He paused, his tail swaying left and right behind him, in some sort of mockery of excitement. The male continued to rest his muzzle just above his sisters? spine, though his eyes trailed dangerously along it to rest at the tip of her tail before softly snorting, slowly pulling himself away from her. Restraint, what a difficult creature to master, but it was slowly slipping, for the man did not miss the shivers that ran along her body. What is that?
His mind couldn?t help but wonder why she quaked so, didn?t she know she was perfectly safe next to him? He was such a kind and caring?said no one ever. The male chuckles, this time deeper in his throat as he shakes his head, an ear slashing toward her as he listens to her words.
Head slowly cants to the side, tongue lashing out only to hover above his cheek as he watches her thoughtfully. ?We supp-ose you pl-ah-ed, with him?? He questions, his eyes growing murky and brooding as his tongue slowly trails back inside of his mouth. Imonde takes a step back, his ears picking up the agitation in Othello?s voice as a distant faint smirk slides along his features. ?If you didn?t pl-ah, with him, lead us to him, and we wi-ll.?
He paused, his tail swaying left and right behind him, in some sort of mockery of excitement. The male continued to rest his muzzle just above his sisters? spine, though his eyes trailed dangerously along it to rest at the tip of her tail before softly snorting, slowly pulling himself away from her. Restraint, what a difficult creature to master, but it was slowly slipping, for the man did not miss the shivers that ran along her body. What is that?
His mind couldn?t help but wonder why she quaked so, didn?t she know she was perfectly safe next to him? He was such a kind and caring?said no one ever. The male chuckles, this time deeper in his throat as he shakes his head, an ear slashing toward her as he listens to her words.
Head slowly cants to the side, tongue lashing out only to hover above his cheek as he watches her thoughtfully. ?We supp-ose you pl-ah-ed, with him?? He questions, his eyes growing murky and brooding as his tongue slowly trails back inside of his mouth. Imonde takes a step back, his ears picking up the agitation in Othello?s voice as a distant faint smirk slides along his features. ?If you didn?t pl-ah, with him, lead us to him, and we wi-ll.?