fineshrine
12-23-2014, 10:37 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-30-2014, 06:57 PM by Heathen.)
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In no rush did he travel slowly beyond the soft hops that brought his thick frame to push upon the ground through wide paws with a thud he walked at a pace that proved. Fibers ruffled within the thickness of his hues that collected most of the gust winds within one side of him;occasionally bringing a sent of what was among the long stretch that he didn’t desire to venture up and down. though it did not bring him nothing but the smell of the fridge cold and occasional the very faint, close lizard that wasn’t succeeding so well in the chilled air. the scent that caught his nose within the next blast proved different, the indifferent smell of a woman slipped through the air like a soft melody that was meant to be played within his nose.
So his molten eyes examined the canvas before him, searching out until the pale flat land was of no surprise when they found her first asking. Taking her in as if he was pondering about a museum of highly priced items did he look, up within the long legs that toward her over and upon the face that shortly inquired from a distance. ”It was” commenting with an unique attempt in a smile,or perhaps a mocking lip curl did he give the pale woman after he gave an perhaps inviting question to hers. Snake to drag across his onyx lip, as if he was searching for something that he had lip upon his lip. ”you must watch though, the higher you are the more likely the winds to get you” speaking with a soft tone of a duel laughter hidden within, though perhaps a compliment of the height she possessed could be pulled from it. He learned to enjoy taller woman, to embrace the legs that never seemed to give him a chance within the clan that held claim over him.
So his molten eyes examined the canvas before him, searching out until the pale flat land was of no surprise when they found her first asking. Taking her in as if he was pondering about a museum of highly priced items did he look, up within the long legs that toward her over and upon the face that shortly inquired from a distance. ”It was” commenting with an unique attempt in a smile,or perhaps a mocking lip curl did he give the pale woman after he gave an perhaps inviting question to hers. Snake to drag across his onyx lip, as if he was searching for something that he had lip upon his lip. ”you must watch though, the higher you are the more likely the winds to get you” speaking with a soft tone of a duel laughter hidden within, though perhaps a compliment of the height she possessed could be pulled from it. He learned to enjoy taller woman, to embrace the legs that never seemed to give him a chance within the clan that held claim over him.