all my dreamers put your hands in the skin
07-20-2014, 08:52 AM
The large male had a smile firmly set on his ebony jaws, his tail loose, moving with his body. He loped playfully around the mountains, until curiosity struck him, and he set out to climb the mountains. Currently, Drago's golden hazel eyes were staring intently inside the cavern, gaze darting this way and that. A deep inhale told the gentle brute that this was not a place others visited often. He let out a yip, his voice echoing back at him. "Hello!" He prolonged the 'o,' making it turn into a howl of sorts. Again, his voice echoed back to him. But no other voices were heard. There was no one else. Well, no one that was willing to return his greeting. Testa di cazzo. He thought, basically calling whoever was in and not answering his greeting - if anyone at all - a dickhead, though the words held little venomous meaning. After all, Drago didn't think badly of anybody. With a grin, the pale russet creature set forth, deeper into the caverns. His humming echoed all around him. Act. "Speak. Italian." Think. |
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