I'll Be The Devil, You'll Be The Sinner
07-16-2014, 10:22 PM
Woof was proving to be a worthy "opponent", and his quick, little form certainly outmatched Drago's almost lumbering - in comparison - frame. Still, it was fun, and Drago did not care that he lost their little race. Besides, winning seemed quite important to Woof, and the pale orange beast was more than happy to let the smaller male take the glory of first place. He laughed as he slowed his pace, though he could have easily continued at the easy pace he was going. "I would say your win deserves a celebrazione." He spoke the Italian word for 'celebration' with a purr tickling his throat. Golden hazel eyes sparkled with eagerness as the pale male turned away. He trotted easily over the pretty sand to one of the few plants. Hiding beneath the ferns, wrapped up in large leaves, was the source of the earthly stench that clung heavily to the brute's fur. His duo-colored tail waved happily as he carefully opened the bundle's contents. He peered over his shoulder at Woof, grinning widely and motioning for the smaller, younger male to join him. "Have you ever had cannabis before, Woof?" Act. "Speak. Italian." Think. |
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