Tempted by fate, driven by wanton desires and ultimate uncertainty, the masked beast moved with little purpose but to move, craved nothing but the simple essense of freedom, of desire and youth that spurred him onwards. A vagabond without purpose, lacking understanding of his life but craving the knowledge of the world, of the very earth that gave him sustenance, he had a parching thirst for knowledge, and for determining his ultimate roll and niche in this life. He was a wayward traveller, moving simply because he could, searching for the one thing that would ring understanding to his foggy memory, and with a low puff of air from flared nostrils, he paused, idly curious, masked by the very contours of the forest whose foliage wrapped around him like a cloak, keeping him all but hidden in the underbrush, though it was not a furtive desire that kept him covert, but simple observations of his surroundings and musedul consideration of a place that was all but unknown to him.

IT'S HARD TO GET HIGH WHEN YOU'RE LIVING OFF THE BOTTLE

Sashaying hips delivered the woman across the earth with clear grace, and yet there was a perpetual adamance in each languid step she took. She was clear, knowing, and determined to fall to each blow of her more inner desires. To burn her body, to sate it, to allow the earth to ravage her in the most succulent of ways. Cleanly displayed the woman turned her head towards the setting sun in the distance and her ears raised as a subtle breeze delivered his scent unto her nares. Torquing her stature a salacious smirk would envelop her features and the sultry whore would move through the shadows, dancing proudly, and readily, towards him. Such beauty he commanded. Something shone on him that made her yearn for him immediately, and she would waste no time sliding from the foliage, her supple curves accentuated as she turned to the side, flawlessly. Angelic tones leaked from her inky lips for his perfect ears alone to hear, "Do you happen to want to play a game with me?"

He swayed, unintended and unwarranted, buffeted by the wind's solid embrace and arousing his interest once more, his idle fascination in his surroundings whilst the low rumble of a growl piqued from his breast - not out of anger, but rather to see how far the noise would echo. It hit a few trees along the way and soon fell dead, and thereupon his interest in this place dissipated, his narrow hips swaying as the leggy male lurched forward, slipping from the brush and back into the open, and again he paused, this time to fan out in a languid stretch, his chest bowing towards the earth before he altered his position, rolling his hips and lengthening his hind limbs. Content with his relaxed muscles, the prince settled back onto his haunches, distracted only by the telltale snap of the underbrush below the footfalls of another. He turned, curious, spotted her leggy frame with cool eyes, his sharp glare roving over her figure before laying upon her face, his skull tilted subtly in the manner of an irreverent child. "What sort of game?" he murred, arching a brow upon his handsome features, though he felt no need to move - he preferred to draw her closer with his pure lack of vindication to entice her.

IT'S HARD TO GET HIGH WHEN YOU'RE LIVING OFF THE BOTTLE

He refused to respond in an overly effective way as her thick tones cascaded over the resonance, and she possessed half a mind to pout, and yet, she digressed. The precious woman tilted her skull towards him as he questioned her motives. Powerful inclination to offer him an answer devoured her soul and immediately she approached him. Her long, skinny, legs attempting to deliver her near his chest where her svelte corset would stop nearest him. Hetero-chromatic eyes would seek to find his, to drown him in the chaos that she so perfectly encompassed and a low rumble would begin to stir in her chest, "I'm fairly creative. Depends on the kind of fun you like to have, soldier,"

She was daring, a bold and brazen temptress who threatened to envelop him with her fire and innate passion for life - or perhaps for him. She seemed taken with him, though not in the manner of a woman of innocence, but rather in a somewhat prostitutional manner that brought a rugged simper to his lips, his eyes roving over her lanky body as she approached, all confidence and entirely without subtleties. "A soldier now, am I?" Stranger hummed, the droll purr one of idle amusement, for he certainly did not play the part. Long and leggy, he was built more to run than to fight, and with little brawn on top of his light sinew, the male was not a particularly frightening figure. Her close proximity tempted him, his muzzle arching forth as he sought to snake his snout across her nape and under her throat whilst his ruddy body rose, his chest boldly seeking to bump into her shoulder, only too eager to slip into her wanton tango.