Tiny Beasts and Little Teeths
02-22-2015, 02:50 PM
She spoke somewhat cryptically about the den and the history it held. He didn't honestly care to know and it didn't appear she cared to tell him, so he would refrain from inquiring further about what exactly she meant. She seemed to like his chosen nickname, and even stated that it fit her better than the name she'd been given by her own parents. He was smart enough to know something had transpired within her family, but again, he refrained from asking about it. He wasn't here to know every detail of her life. She stood slowly, painfully so, and he wondered if she wasn't trying to tease him just a bit. 'I have more than pent up rage, Kyarst.' There came a shiver up and down the length of his spine, and his tail flicked in response. She was quite the little vixen, wasn't she? “Well tell me, Spitfire, what else could be pent up in that svelte body of yours.. and how do you intend on extracting it?” He took a daring step forward, his tail waving to and fro behind him. Eyes narrowed to slits as he gazed toward her challengingly. “Show me,” he commanded of her, though there was an obvious sense of risk in his tone. Was she as ready as she seemed to think she was? He was eager to find out. He moved forward another step, and took half of another step, freezing in motion and allowing his right front paw to remain suspended in mid-air. “speak,” |
Kyarst is 2 years old, 142 lbs, and 36" tall. This is your warning. He is prone to acts of violence including but not limited to: maims, claims, dominance challenges, etc. He is also prone to foul language. Also, Lysis is allowed to pop into his threads whenever she pleases, as the two are almost always close to one another.