not to be forgotten, still unforgiven
07-06-2014, 09:11 PM
The younger male's words were spoken in a manner dark and foreboding, as was the way his eyes studied her form, but heated and reckless Qanik dismissed the warning prickle completely. She moved more boldly than was her wont, seeking to brush her side against his, tail flicking wantonly along his cheek. "S-simply hunting, young lordling." Her low voice began with a stutter to betray her nerves, but she shuffled those feelings aside. She would feel wanted, she would feel lovely, even if it was just this stranger in this unfamiliar place for just this moment. Her heart pounded against her ribs in anticipation and fear of rejection. Would this boy treat her suit as had Flamesong? Simply walk away? "And what do you intend in this... ah... fertile land?" Were she any less furry a blush would have been readily apparent at her clumsy, and very unsubtle, innuendo. , |