ardent

>> we will all burn together.



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06-06-2014, 06:37 PM


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Silver optics fell grey and rigid as he watched her. His smirk fading as he spoke, though his expression remained coy with an air of agitation and anxiousness oozed from his every poor. Disheveled, unkept hue of ebony and chocolate shook for a moment over his tall, muscular features, stretched over his physique with tight-fit precision. Large paws laid flat over the earth, nails extending with each step, almost eager with anticipation and nerves. Adrenaline would rush down his spine when the dove spoke out to him.

Wanting nothing more than to be with the fae, take in her scent for the remainder of the evening, allowing his lungs to fill with nothing more than her. With a deep sigh the brute lowered his dial and brought himself around the temptress. His steps were slow and purposeful as he moved around the circle he forced himself to follow like an insect on a line of pheromones, forced to remain where he was, allowing the intimate imagination of his mind to wander while he remained on a path. Encircling her still he moved towards the dove's head again, allowing his gentle yet intense gaze to overcome her own, searching her physique slowly, tracing her outline, "I see." A brief and light chuckle would pour from his bellowing vocals. "So far we may have something in common."He bantered on, curious about the air of slight amusement in the fae's reply. A playful smirk crawled back across the brute's ebony visage.

His chuckle would push forward again, a long pause between the fae's question about his name once more. "It's not important." He watched where she lied, he every movement unearthly if at all mortal. The angel was capturing his complete attention, he would search again for her aquatic orbs. "And even if I did, what would a dove like yourself do with it?" He sat himself down before her, haunches hitting the terrain a bit half-heartedly for his height tended to impair his overall grace. Thick mane of a neck bent forward and allowed his dial to lower a bit, auds lying back against his skull.