Rhythmical Creation of Beauty

He spoke of his pack with such admiration, it radiated off of him. The russet girl enjoyed it. A little tongue would flick to her nose before she rolled her shoulders. A female then slowly padded forward, her pressence erked the little fae. A brow raised as she inturrupted. Cody sighed softly, if this girl wished to claim the little red girl she was not starting very nicely. Her orange orbs would stay connected with the Kings. A long, bushy, tail wagged behind her.

As he finished speaking the piped of female spoke. Cody ignored her, she did not care what she said. "Your kingdom sounds wonderful, sir. I do believe it would be the place for me. If you are wishing to accept me of course. I promise I would never let you down." She stood on her rock, she towered over the two with a little smirk. She looked to the other female and offered her only a little node before her head turned back to the King.




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