It's Hard To Dance With The Devil On Your Faith
07-17-2014, 09:52 AM
Misha would giggle at the male's flirtatious words and smile, ebony lips also letting a smile out. She enjoyed this time with him alone, away from pack stresses, away from pack life that brought drama. This calm scenery reminded her of Misha's rogue days, the thought a pleasing one. Suddenly a voice boomed behind them, interrupting the pair's fun. Misha was not one to try and cause trouble, so when Winter would nudge her to get up, she would gladfully follow the casanova away from the white male painted in blood red. She knew that they could have their preferred solitude somewhere else, the casanova and the princess. {OOC; ~Exit Misha~} |