Whiskey burn
10-12-2014, 07:24 PM
She could see his reply forming, but it never made it past a thought. She would collide with him successfully, enjoying the wide eyed look of shock on his face. He would tumble over backwards, his legs flailing against her neck uselessly. His breath would whoosh from his lungs, hot against her face. Standing over him, she would smirk at his baffled expression. "Breath." She would murmur softly as she noted that he appeared to holding his breath. Leaning down over his smaller frame, she would press her nose against his, a brow once again lifting. Releasing him, she would step away, allowing her limbs to brush against his side and belly as she did so. Her tail would wag back and forth as a rather proud look slide over her features. While he collected himself, she would take a moment to look around her new surroundings. The plains seemed to stretch over into this place, though she could see the steady dance in scenery. But it wasn't much different, much to her dismay. Audits would tip towards him, before her gaze finally followed suit. WORDS HERE |
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