My Lipgloss is Poppin'
02-28-2015, 11:57 AM
She moved, effortlessly gliding to his side and resting to her haunches near him. Her shoulder bumped his as she teased him. Their relationship may seem strained at times to the naked eye, but the two of them were nearly conjoined at the hip. A smile creased his features as a retort slipped from his lips. “It definitely does not deserve our presence, darling. Then again... what place does?” His eyes scanned the distance, peeking through the hanging tendrils of the willow. He knew there had to be somewhere better out there, somewhere cooler and more comfortable than this. There had to be beauty and seclusion in the world somewhere - and he would find it. “I think we should head North, it should be cooler there. We won't have to hide in the shade so often.” It was only logical that the climate should be cooler the further north they went, and he had every intention of finding cooler weather - even in the midst of summer. “We should find something to eat as well,” he noted as his stomach lurched. He leaned into her for a moment before rising to his paws. “Allons, nous avons persisté logn suffisante.” He reached over with his muzzle to poke at her neck before laying a careful swipe of his tongue along her fur (in the proper direction, of course). A smile stretched his snow blown face as he shifted his weight forward and strolled out from beneath the willow. Golden eyes sifted through the varying textures and figures on the horizon, examining everything before him to determine whether or not it could be defined as prey. They were phenomenal hunters due to their teamwork, but even phenomenal hunters were dependent on one factor: there had to be something to hunt. “SPEAK,” |
Rozenn is allowed in any thread Claude is involved in, end of story.