all my dreamers put your hands in the skin
07-22-2014, 08:20 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-23-2014, 08:18 AM by Ignazio-Drago.)
The little silver and orange fox let out a giggle when Drago called her bella, an appreciative sound. That made the large pale man quite pleased with himself, happy to have made the girl happy. He had always been that way, desiring nothing more than to make others grin. She responded to his question, her voice floating through his ears gently. "Another weary traveler? We have more in common, Kitsune." Drago chuckled, the sound rumbling deep in his throat. "I myself enjoy a good adventure." The brute spoke with a kind, lopsided smile. After a moment of silence, the fox spoke up again, this time with a question. Drago's head cocked to the side as he pondered what she'd meant, but realization struck him soon enough. He let out a soft, somewhat sheepish laugh. "You must also remember that everyone deserves the freedom to choose if that's the life they want to lead." Drago repeated flawlessly what he'd stated earlier. It was a common mantra to the brute, something he told himself as often as possible. "I was only reminding myself not to judge others based on their chosen paths." He explained himself with a shrug of his left shoulder. "You see, I disagree quite strongly with a pack life. I do not believe that wolves should follow what another says, just because. I am my own Alpha, I suppose. But my beliefs also say that everyone deserves the right to freedom. In many cases, that includes the right to give up their complete freedom. But it is a choice that they must make for themselves, not for me or anyone else to decide for them." He paused for a moment before adding hastily, "I do not mean to insult you if you happen to be in a pack, Kitsune, and I do not wish to sway you one way or the other if you are not. As I said, the choice is ultimately yours and yours alone." His golden hazel eyes held sincerity as he gazed into her pale ones. Act. "Speak. Italian." Think. |