Where The Edges Blur

Fear.

Such a familiar scent to the man, something that he was growing accustom to. But just when he thought his calmness might have lulled her into overlooking the obvious, the red flags that should have presented themselves. Perhaps a more seasoned female would have saw him for what he was, and taken off without treating him, how grateful he was that she was not someone he would have to chase around.

But then she started to back away, her ears going backwards, as she paddles away from him. Oh how this urged the response to chase, and he did so. Paws continued to move the male forward, his head dropping as he curls his lips above his teeth. How fun this could be, but there was an ulterior motive of course. "Eno-ugh," he comments as he continues to proceed forward before pointing his nose at the den.

"We wish to see these pla-nts you have sto-red," Imonde finishes slowly, his ears flicking forward upon his head as he nods at her. Why was she cowering away like that? Of course they said no at first, but once he proclaimed his divine right to rule over all mortals, this usually achieved him all sorts of fangirls to play with. The ones that continued to say no...well they usually got the pleasure of feeling it. Damn, he's such a gentlemen.


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