Pure

Misha would glance back at the male when he stuttered his words and dropped his golden orbed gaze to the ground. "Oh doll, I'm positive you'll fit perfectly into our pack," Misha would say as she would lift herself and lay down beside Selyan, their bodies touching, creating heat between the two. "What's wrong, Sel?" The small fae would ask in seriousness, a tinge of worry in her melodic voice. Even though they had only met that day, Misha cared greatly for this male known as Selyan. And, it seemed that he cared greatly for her as well, with all the compliments he gave her and the way he stared into her blue grey sapphire eyes..