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07-28-2014, 03:14 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-28-2014, 03:16 PM by Lysis.)
She didn't bother to hide her staring -- but neither did he. Zozton was a large brute, a good few inches taller and significantly heavier, his limbs lined with thick muscle, a testament to his certain strength. Lysis was not afraid of him, even if she ought to be. She was a slender thing, and could run faster than most, if need be. The girl didn't feel threatened, but was comfortable with the distance they kept between them. She could tell from his stare that he was thinking, and so she let him. What could he possibly be thinking so deeply about? He slowly rose to join her, and she felt her fur bristle at his unwarranted closeness. Never had she been an overly affectionate thing, reserving her touch for her kin alone. "If you insist," she remarked in haughty tones. Lysis had yet to form a true opinion on this male, though he seemed decent enough. Gently the babe would twist her head to turn away from him, content to stare across the wide lake and into the horizon for a moment. But it seemed that she'd turned at the wrong moment, and in a flash she saw creamy brown fur impinging on her peripheral vision, quickly coming in contact with her lower half and sending her sprawling toward the water. Though she had been tensed and alert, she hadn't expected him to do something so brash. Immediate panic flooded through her, though it faded quickly as she went crashing into the cool lake and pulled herself to the surface. For a moment she looked quite distraught, her limbs paddling rapidly to keep her from falling beneath the water, her breath coming in heavy bursts. If only her father had been here -- how dare he. "Zozton Lazfac," she sputtered with a mouth full of water, paddling to the surface where he stood, eyes alight with fire. "Do you always treat girls so well?" The sweet lyrics that had once spilled from her mouth were now bitter and laden with audible sarcasm. He was not a gentleman by any means, and his sudden desire to push her into the water had not been pleasant. Using her forepaws she would pull herself up slightly toward Zozton, aiming to grasp at the scruff of his neck toward his throat and pull him in as well. "Idiot." |
Kyarst, her half-brother and closest friend, is allowed in any and all of her threads.