Wicked Witch
05-30-2014, 12:50 PM
The chocolate man would speak again, her name rolling off his tongue pleasantly. He had come in search of his father, but had arrived to late. Was his father dead now? That seemed a little to rude to ask. "I'm sorry to hear about that." The woman would push herself to paws, approaching the man slowly, her pace lazy. She would stop beside him, so that their shoulders were side by side. "Valhalla I presume?" She would lean towards him, her nose attempting to skim along his lower neck towards his shoulder. She had heard of the pack, her brother was the adoptive son of one of the healers. The pack had gone to war with her father. Idly she wondered how the man would react if he found out that she was of Armada blood. The mere name seemed to make others weary. Verdant gaze would watch the mans reaction, curious to see what he would think of her sudden proximity. Despite his shyness and apparent embarrass, she found herself enjoying his company. He was easy to talk to, pleasant and respectful, though maybe a little to respectful for her liking. If he didn't pull away then her crown would lift, a coy smile playing on her lips as she searched his face. WORDS HERE |
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