Need a lending paw?
07-27-2014, 08:01 PM
The large brujo would perk his ears, eyes turning to her as they would see her appearance as bold and would intimidate him so. He'd hear words escape from the royal maw, his body reacting to it immediately. His stomach would hug the ground, ears would flatten to his skull, his tail would become tucked between his legs and his neck would be lowered so he'd look to her in the painful position, his face remaining the same in their bold way, his eyes like bright, fluorescent lamps for a lost soul to find its way, however he could feel the emptiness. God how he hated this position, but anything to make his hopefully soon-to-be queen happy. Words would flow from Fen's mouth, the deep accent making its way between long and sharpened fangs. "Do forgive me, your majesty. It was foolish of my not to be aware of your presence." His tail would wag before he would await any interrogation. Perhaps this was a more appealing way to be greeted by a lowly rouge whom she could spit upon or kick. It was a goal to amuse her or to at least prove he was not some ignorant fool that would ignore her granted and respected command. "What have I gotten myself into?" Fen would think before awaiting any response from the white beauty above the large and submitting male. Speech, |