Blame it on the Night
02-18-2015, 05:01 PM
ooc: so sorry for huge delay! My Nike muse died x_x A scent would catch his attention first, followed by the soft sound of paws moving through the tall grasses. His gaze would turn from the sky toward the sound and his acidic green gaze would land on Basanti's approaching form. A small smile would tug at his muzzle and he would quickly roll onto all fours again so that he could turn to face her, giving his fur a small shake to get rid of any dirt or grass that might be clinging there. He returned her smirk at her comment, giving a small nod of agreement. "I am indeed still here. I don't give up that easily." He had certainly thought about it, especially in these last few days, but he was as stubborn as his mother. It must run in the family. His irritation and boredom were easily swept away by Basanti's appearance and it occured to him that maybe what he needed was to simply make himself interact with some of his pack mates. However he was sure no interaction with anyone else would be as entertaining as ones with beautiful ladies like herself. He smirked as he thought back to the last time he had seen her. The training he had been paired with Ekko. "I was very disappointed that we didn't paired together to spar at that last training. I bet you are a very worthy opponent." His deep bass tones rumbled with a bit of humor, but he meant every word he said. She had been his opponent of choice. |