I'll paint you a picture you can't resist
06-03-2013, 03:14 PM
The brute would come forward, seeming oblivious to her stance, he approached without a care in the world. Stopping before her, his chest would drop the ground, leaving his rump and wagging tail high in the air. She eyed him carefully, ear pushing forward as he spoke his name. "My name is Maia." Lyrics felling from her lips in sweet tones as they always did. Green eyes drifted over the males odd markings. His pelt was dark like her own, but had almost orange looking markings that covered from his nose all the way down to his tail, each intricately woven. Big blue eyes looked up at her playfully, beckoning her to relax. Slowly she allowed her muscles to do so, tail wagged slowly behind her. Nostrils flared as his scent tickled her nose. He was from a pack, but which pack she wasn't sure. "Where are you from?" She asked with a soft tilt of her dark skull.
She had never met another that was so playful. She and her brothers were the only pups that she knew of back home, leaving them only with each other to play with, which wasn't always fun. She hadn't seen much of her brother lately. Or much of anyone for the matter. Maybe she could befriend this male. A new face never hurt anyone right? |