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A feminine laugh bubbled softly at his large ears, with her soft, honey-like vocals following behind. "Lysis Armada," Little did the massive beast know that those who held the last name 'Armada' was represented as loyalty. He had just arrived at Alacritia a few weeks ago. So at that moment he didn't think too much of the word. Instead, he focused his mind onto that first name. Lysis. It sounded like the name of a true goddess...and with that opinion it fit her. The man could see that princess-like attitude in the way she spoke and moved. All of this made him wonder how she would react to being shoved into the water...squeal and run off? Or laugh it out with him?
It honestly wouldn't hurt to find out. No harm no foul. Unless, of course, the girl would of liked to kiss him with her claws before leaving. Still...it wasn't too bad of a consequence. ---Seconds became minutes since the woman had offered him her name. It was silence the whole time...but not in his head. He was thinking over his options and the risks he may be taking by pushing her. Or even touching her for that matter. What if she was some queen of the whole land? What if she had a whole pack waiting to tear him apart? But there was something wrong with all of this...why would anyone get so flustered over water?
Finally, after about five minutes of complete agonizing silence, the man's lips parted ever so slightly to a single word. A repeat of the woman's name. "Lysis," The warrior's head slowly turned back to his reflection. He stared into those magenta eyes that swayed ever so calmly with the rhythm of the lake. At that moment, he noticed how much his eyes stuck out of his mocha coat. It was strange...but a relief to know he had something different about him. The sight made his lips curve into a weak smile, before he continued his compliment. "I like that. It fits you..." Zozton turned his head back to the woman and nearly smirked. Instead, kept his fake smile. Now was the time to push her in.
The man's fur was practically dry by the time he began to stand. A few droplets lingered in there somewhere...but they'd vanish within seconds. It didn't matter though. If the girl decided to accept his joke- he might just jump in with her. A playful gesture of course! Nothing beyond. The mocha behemoth stepped back and craned his neck to the side, before creeping up beside the ivory woman who currently was getting a drink. He smiled and lowered his head down beside hers. "Do you mind if I join you here?" His soft voice was but a friendly whisper then. But evil thoughts filtered through his head. "Push her. Push her now."
Finally, the man twisted his hindquarters to the left, swinging his hip out toward her and attempting to shove her whole body forward. In other words, into the water. If her were to be successful, he would release a loud, victorious chuckle. But would stand dangerously over the edge...perfectly capable of being pulled in as well...