Lose Yourself

His head lifted from the vermin he had killed a mere hour ago, and he was restlessly playing with the carcass when she appeared, and instantly he was intrigued. Her fur was green, horns protruding from the back of her ears. Lovely, exquisite, fasinating. He would enjoy her company, he listened as she spoke, and watched as a smile spread across her features.What exactly washe doing? He knew that he was playing with a rabbit that he had just killed, but the reason why was unbeknownst to him. Pumpkin colored eyes glimmered in the light; shining with humor and mischief, a mix as dangerous as gasoline and water. A flame. And as he rose to his paws, a sly, mysterious smile spread wide across his maw, did he let his own words flutter out of his mouth. "I`ve no idea what I`m doing." He responds; a light exotic accent lacing his words as his baritone voice flew from his mouth. Tail flickering with curiosity, Arno inclined his head gently; right leg folded neatly under his bod as he bowed in front of Dione."My name is Arno, Arno France Chai. But I go by simply Arno to most. A pleasure, madam." And a pleasure it was. He rose to his full stature of 34 inches, and flickers his ears at the same time. "And you are?" The male inquires, his smile fading a little as he awaited an answer of the diabla before him.