Wicked Witch

*Valerius* · 05-15-2014, 02:09 AM

The male stood, his tail moving slowly behind him. Even though he was a solider, a warrior- he couldn't deny that she was a beauty. The way her russet colors blended with cream, and her verdant eyes contrasted them beautifully. He wasn't a fool, he could recognize beauty when it was seen. A light blush would flush his cheeks, as she spoke calling him 'handsome'. Thankfully the tan color of his fur would mask it. He wondered if he could see the embarrassment in his cerulean blue eyes. Awkwardly he would speak, his baritone voice slow and sure. "Valerius Adravendi, ma'am." He didn't offer his pack, she had a nose- he assumed she could smell it on him. With a slight grin and perhaps insane courage, he spoke again. "May I ask what a lovely woman such as yourself is called?" His words were warm, kind, though a twinge of slyness could be detected at the edge of his tone. Patiently, he would wait, his hips reeling to the ground, keeping his distance respectful.

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