mutiny below

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He swayed, unintended and unwarranted, buffeted by the wind's solid embrace and arousing his interest once more, his idle fascination in his surroundings whilst the low rumble of a growl piqued from his breast - not out of anger, but rather to see how far the noise would echo. It hit a few trees along the way and soon fell dead, and thereupon his interest in this place dissipated, his narrow hips swaying as the leggy male lurched forward, slipping from the brush and back into the open, and again he paused, this time to fan out in a languid stretch, his chest bowing towards the earth before he altered his position, rolling his hips and lengthening his hind limbs. Content with his relaxed muscles, the prince settled back onto his haunches, distracted only by the telltale snap of the underbrush below the footfalls of another. He turned, curious, spotted her leggy frame with cool eyes, his sharp glare roving over her figure before laying upon her face, his skull tilted subtly in the manner of an irreverent child. "What sort of game?" he murred, arching a brow upon his handsome features, though he felt no need to move - he preferred to draw her closer with his pure lack of vindication to entice her.