far from the world of you and i
07-16-2014, 02:00 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-16-2014, 02:05 AM by Ignazio-Drago.)
Cynrik Sovari. Cynrik. Cyn. The name rolled easily around inside his pale orange skull. The lightly colored male made a gesture for Drago to join him on his perch. How curious. Was it normal for pack wolves to be so courteous to outsiders? As golden hued orbs drank in the sight of the lopsided grin, the fact that Cyn appeared so lazy at the moment, and the relaxed muscles in the male before him, Drago soon realized that he was not the only one here who was far from sober. With a light laugh, he turned away, just enough to pick up his package, before delightfully, though slowly, bouncing up to the hilltop beside Cynrik. Here, he dropped his bundle carefully, nosing the leaves to unwrap the buds. "Boredom, I suppose. Or maybe the Divines brought me for the sole purpose of having somebody to share with." Drago's tone held a very distinct Italian accent. He let out another light laugh, dark grey jaws parting in a grin as he watched Cynrik, eager to share his prize. After all, it was never any fun getting high alone. Act. "Speak." Think. |
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