-- Burn.

She was cautious, as she should be. He was quite the menacing looking canid, long languid legs, rugged good looks, fantastic smile.. He knew she would come around and play his game. It was either him or the tar pits anyway. And from where he was standing the tar pits were much more dangerous than he. ?Of course he has absolutely no intent upon hurting the girl, willing partners were always preferred. Blood curdling screams were not his cup of tea. Still, he would enjoy the sight of her if only he'd be able to eat her up in his minds eye. She was a hot mess, tiny figure with perfect porcelain fur covered in the rough black tar. He found himself almost having to hold himself back, the usual cool demeanor he held becoming warmed by her mere appearance. It would indeed be a shame should she chose not to succumb to his grasp.?

Dark ears would swivel curiously towards her as one brow would raise. His gaze hardly tearing itself from her lovely pose. The smallest sound of bells would caress those same audits, a pleased smile forming on his maw as she admitted her amusement. The seed has been planted. He would recline upon his haunches, form relaxed as he would watch her swaying form draw near. Unsuccessfully would she attempt to rid herself of the sticking tar as her lyrics would explain her presence within the dangerous terrain. Barely blinking an eye he would continue his observation of the angelic she wolf. His desire to own her intensifying with every step she took. Today the game would not be forceful, only sweetened words would be used to coax this she dove. Her attention would turn their conversation upon him, having little to comment on the trip through the sticky pools. Her failure was obvious, verbal confirmation was not needed. However, it deed indeed seem a nice touch to her appearance.?

She would tease as though unaware of how desperately he craved the feeling of dominance. Of rolling her to her belly and ridding her of the ownership she had upon herself. He would not allow himself such an image, he wanted her willing. And though she so blatantly allowed his vision to see her weakness the advantage would not be taken. "Curiosity, dear Lady. I'd never smelled the tar pits before. I came to investigate, finding nothing of use I would turn to leave." he would make a slight mock motion, acting as though he would swivel and be gone. "But then, this dreary landscape would bring forth the reason for my journey. The eternally lovely Lady..." he would allow her a moment to complete his statement. He wished for a name to call her by. Brows would raise curiously as his needy gaze wandered her tar stained form yet again.?