The many colours of the strange beach is what had drawn her here. It was held warmth even in the depths of autumn, the black stones soaking in all the sun had to offer. She was resting her creamy belly on that very sand when someone marched onto the beach. Her fine violet eyes watched the creature with mild curiosity as he made sounds of thought. She watched still as he sat on his rump, her presence still not known to him. Ha, she wasn't exactly hidden. Her coat stood out like a sore thumb, the sands the exact opposite of her pelt colour.
At last he picked up her scent, and she chuckled softly and she rose to her paws, shaking the obsidian from her coat. "Watch out, I bite back." She cooed softly, her hips sashaying to make her elongated tail swing behind her. She came close to the male, but still left a favorable distance between them. Staying on all fours, her lavender optics inspected him. He was strong, that was for sure. He stood five inches taller than she, and was more well built. Like herself, he had single marks on his face to off set the pure white. Strange how similar they looked, and how they reacted. She could practically feel his inner beast, coiled very delicately around him. He seemed to adapt to it, and to let it rule. Othello always tried to suppress hers.
He reminded her of another that she had met, and decided to play her cards right. He seemed to be the ruling type, maybe he would like her obedient yet sassy facade. "What brings you here, lord...?" She took pause, not yet learning the beasts name. Would he offer it? Only time could tell.
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