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it had only been a few silent minutes, and by then, the mocha-hued behemoth had relaxed himself within the coolness of the azure water. he was turned over onto his back, the atmosphere keeping him up as he gazed into the clouds that drifted by casually. he was finally at peace- not tripping over roots and highfiving spiked vines with his face. finally. but just as his eyelids fluttered softly over his magenta gems- a smooth voice hummed out behind him. one that sounded very feminine and silky, like honey or milk. but even with her rather sweet tone the man fleetingly toppled over and splashed into the water. "well shit." he waited beneath the surface for a moment, before paddling up and poking his head up from the water to look at her. like a crocodile. then, he spoke, "who else would i play with, princess?"
the large man slowly drifted to the earth and climbed out of the cold water, widening his legs and shaking out his long, chocolate fur. starting head to his long feathery tail. after, he would twist his body around and flop back on his torso. water dripped off his shoulders and face, clicking against the vegetation softly. but in stead of worrying about how wet he was anymore- he casted his gaze over to the drinking woman with an amused expression glued straight upon face. "ya'know, your too pretty to be going around and talking to strangers like me. i mean your even lucky i'm not some perverted creep."
zozton snorted softly after he had spoken, before elongating his right hind leg upward and scratching frantically at his neck. something was making his neck itch and it had better not be any pests. but right now was not the time to find out. the man lowered his limb and set it back where it belonged. then, sat up and pulled his shoulders back for a moment, while continuing to glance toward the femora casually. after staring at her for a while- he realized that she was quite pretty. and feminine. the tips of her small little ears were tinted in a fine chocolate brown, while beneath her olive eyes also remain a bit of mocha brown. she was pretty, he had to admit. but he didn't know who she was. why she was here, and what pack she was loyal to. after all, she did smell of many others.