black mambo [fiamette]
01-29-2015, 08:13 AM
Nagendra kept his eyes on the other as he trotted down, and they appeared to also slip down from their perch to come meet him. He was faintly wary at the action, but overridden with curiosity. The closer they got, the more amazed he would become. Detail unveiled with each step. There was no denying, this was a real, living wolf. Black markings fluttered like flames from around red eyes, giving elegance to the fantastical colors. He was bewildered. Had he received the attention of some enchanted being?
When they both came to a halt – seeming in mutual respect to distance – a voice would break from the previously silent and enigma-shrouded stranger. It was feminine, and asked in a rather assertive way, who he was. Nagendra didn’t mind. ”Nagendra Bahri,” he would reply, his voice gentle and his attention unswaying from the woman. He stared, unabashedly. It was clear he was more concerned with trying to figure out exactly what he was looking at, than bothering with introductions. ”What are you?” he asked, his tone somewhat distant with wonder.
When they both came to a halt – seeming in mutual respect to distance – a voice would break from the previously silent and enigma-shrouded stranger. It was feminine, and asked in a rather assertive way, who he was. Nagendra didn’t mind. ”Nagendra Bahri,” he would reply, his voice gentle and his attention unswaying from the woman. He stared, unabashedly. It was clear he was more concerned with trying to figure out exactly what he was looking at, than bothering with introductions. ”What are you?” he asked, his tone somewhat distant with wonder.