-- Burn.
05-10-2014, 08:14 PM
Bright yellow eyes would observe as the fine she wolf would err again, dainty white paw slipping into sticky black tar. He would feel his massive head swivel disapprovingly, wondering when she would take him into her sights. An amused smirk residing on his chiseled features. Ears would swivel towards her as an adorable growl would leave her pristine jaws. Maybe she was not the most clever, but her beauty was absolutely screaming at him. The slight breeze would whisper past her form, catching her alluring scent and bringing it teasingly to his nostrils. He would breathe her in, enjoying the gentle gifts such an awful place would present to him. Blissfully opening his eyes again Scorpion would observe her delicate movements, canary yellow eyes taking her within his imagination. His smirk only broadening as she brought herself closer, brilliant lavender gaze would suddenly find him. Smirk would transform into an amused grin, as his front paws would shuffle excitedly in front of him. Temptingly she would draw near, but oddly she would become a bit startled. Even taking a step back from him, like a poor doe caught in his sights.
He would also back from her, the silence a bit much as she looked through him. Like a tantalizing treat too far out of reach her precious lyrics would reach him. Such perfection would her maw release, he could feel within him the urge to claim her for his own. However, it seemed she wished not to play his game. Cowardice would ensnare her. "Ah, what a shame. I but stretched just this morning." His voice was light, he had no intention of running after her, yes he wished to call her his own but if she would like to play catch he was not willing to abide. Shaking out his pelt he would turn from her, feigning disinterest as she kept herself within the tar's grasp. "Might you explain to me the reasoning you would play in the tar pits? Blemishing such fine fur seems.. wrong." Lifting his gaze back to her form he would again take her in hungrily. His features staying light but his eyes would trace her curves.
He would also back from her, the silence a bit much as she looked through him. Like a tantalizing treat too far out of reach her precious lyrics would reach him. Such perfection would her maw release, he could feel within him the urge to claim her for his own. However, it seemed she wished not to play his game. Cowardice would ensnare her. "Ah, what a shame. I but stretched just this morning." His voice was light, he had no intention of running after her, yes he wished to call her his own but if she would like to play catch he was not willing to abide. Shaking out his pelt he would turn from her, feigning disinterest as she kept herself within the tar's grasp. "Might you explain to me the reasoning you would play in the tar pits? Blemishing such fine fur seems.. wrong." Lifting his gaze back to her form he would again take her in hungrily. His features staying light but his eyes would trace her curves.