-- Burn.

*Cygnet* · 05-11-2014, 08:59 PM

A thought crossed the mind of the mangled fae. Her optics softened, and a gentle sigh escaped her great lungs. Interrupted by the sudden instinct to lift a paw and shake it for a moment he brows narrowed on her skull, auds folding backwards in frustration. She observed the massive brute in front of her in the corner of her eye as she brought her large paws together, leaving a messy trail behind her, so un-befitting for such an elegant creature. A natural beauty being splashed and followed by a hideous, sticky black mass. She could feel his lingering eyes and endless amusement, as well as complete bafflement towards the dove's decision. As a normally non independent wolf, she felt the essence of a proper, well-educated fae dwindling by the day, and sometimes, in circumstances such as these, by the hour. But, she was glad his day could have been so made by laughing at her messy decision which managed to backfire on her so well.

Still cautious with where she was, the white dove shook her pelt against the earth, allowing some still wet droplets to flicker from the ends of un-abiding strands. As always, she felt the great brute before her lingering his hungry gaze, as though in search of a meal for days, and now he had found one. She wasn't unaccustomed to it for in the past it's happened before, though she knew better than to quickly play into his games. Games... She enjoyed them, but before engaging in such play, she wanted the rules to be established. A small smile still remained on her delicate visage, keeping her eye line within vision of the male. One aid remained turned at him, the other free to roam with whichever direction she wished to be turning, keeping her freedom noticeable. With a small sigh the fae seated herself backwards, her distance remaining the same, trying to keep the fact that her appearances were akin to a hot mess to the back of her mind, she watched him curiously.

"Nothing of interest?" She questioned him, mocking the word with amusement in her tone. Angelic vocals pouring out with such an accent, figuring him for one who liked to play games, no matter the type. As he turned to leave her auds stood on end upon her skull, and her lavender optics widened. "Well, as a lady, you can imagine my curiosity has only just now been grasped." Her attention glanced at the tar pits, smiling playfully at the male, his overwhelming sense of need filling her to her core, like a poison it was spreading, and she was more than fascinated at this point. "Oh? growing tired of the scenery, monsieur?" She playfully exclaimed with such a light-hearted meaning behind it, lifting her chin to the air and allowing her already prim posture to increase it's level of perfection. Taking her time before giving what he wanted, she watched him for a moment intently, optics piercing into the brute's pelt, "...Cygnet." She allowed the dubbance to pour from her throat like a song, so light and so innocent in syllables. She would fulfill his request to know her name, after all, that was all it was to a wandering dove such as herself, unclaimed by nothing but the land. Her curiosity was peaking most quickly, and her bored figure was looking forward to playing a game.

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