Scars Across My Face [Evelette]
05-02-2013, 04:58 PM
There was a certain consistency to hunting, a certain pattern one got into. From the thrumming of pads against the ground in pursuit to the heated moments of attack and finally to the screeching of the animal as it?s dealt it?s killing blow. There was certain majesty to hunting, a revelation in the kill, and that was something one couldn?t enjoy if one sat on the sidelines. Adonis reveled in the feel of soft flesh being penetrated and ripped into by his canines. He loved the warmth of the life-blood that would flow over his maw. He loved hunting, loved everything about it, for it made him feel alive.
He would pace beside the ivory dame, finding himself enjoying the conversation, rather than just talking out of civility. Her gentle teasing was a comforting refreshment, like that first drink of water on a hot summer day. It cooled the fire in his soul and relaxed him, this dame was certainly one that he had to get to know. Her teasing words about his ?warrior wife? made him chuckle, and he turned his unusual eyes on her, with a loud laugh escaping from his broad chest.
?I dare-say, Ms. Evey, that a wife certainly does not grace my life. I?ve never been graced with that opportunity, nor had much time for it.? His words were cool but had a sense of warmness about them, so as not to cut the dame out. He personally abhorred the very idea of love, romance, and all that chivalrous crap. He was a gentlemen to ladies, and complimented their beauty, but as for love? he didn?t buy it. The years of training, that told him ?love just got people killed,? had been drilled into him, so much that it was his logic, his reasoning.
When the lady spoke of not much about her being interested, his curiosity about her peaked. His well-trained gaze didn?t miss the flicker of sadness that was evident in her eyes. He wondered what heart-break this alluring damsel had encountered. He shook it off, as the conversation drifted of that to the hunt. He could pursue those details at later time, he supposed. Her thoughts about the hunt were strategic and cunning, this lady could do herself well and continued to surprise him.
He would nod his head at her thoughts and mumble an agreement, as he stepped away from her. His body?s focus turning to focus on the hunt and ultimately the kill. ?Until we meet at the kill, my lady.? He murmured as he stepped away from her, working his way around the herd slowly. The buck they had chosen had stepped away from the herd, luckily, and he was able to get between it and it?s herd by hiding in some bushes. From there he would wait to see when Evelette was in position before launching his assault.
He would pace beside the ivory dame, finding himself enjoying the conversation, rather than just talking out of civility. Her gentle teasing was a comforting refreshment, like that first drink of water on a hot summer day. It cooled the fire in his soul and relaxed him, this dame was certainly one that he had to get to know. Her teasing words about his ?warrior wife? made him chuckle, and he turned his unusual eyes on her, with a loud laugh escaping from his broad chest.
?I dare-say, Ms. Evey, that a wife certainly does not grace my life. I?ve never been graced with that opportunity, nor had much time for it.? His words were cool but had a sense of warmness about them, so as not to cut the dame out. He personally abhorred the very idea of love, romance, and all that chivalrous crap. He was a gentlemen to ladies, and complimented their beauty, but as for love? he didn?t buy it. The years of training, that told him ?love just got people killed,? had been drilled into him, so much that it was his logic, his reasoning.
When the lady spoke of not much about her being interested, his curiosity about her peaked. His well-trained gaze didn?t miss the flicker of sadness that was evident in her eyes. He wondered what heart-break this alluring damsel had encountered. He shook it off, as the conversation drifted of that to the hunt. He could pursue those details at later time, he supposed. Her thoughts about the hunt were strategic and cunning, this lady could do herself well and continued to surprise him.
He would nod his head at her thoughts and mumble an agreement, as he stepped away from her. His body?s focus turning to focus on the hunt and ultimately the kill. ?Until we meet at the kill, my lady.? He murmured as he stepped away from her, working his way around the herd slowly. The buck they had chosen had stepped away from the herd, luckily, and he was able to get between it and it?s herd by hiding in some bushes. From there he would wait to see when Evelette was in position before launching his assault.