{M} - if looks could kill, she'd be in jail.

Sage River Lykoi · 07-31-2011, 11:22 PM

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hmm. you can take the paragraph about the dankosity of the pot into consideration or not. idk how much he smokes so you can play it however you like. :] LOOK AT THIS NICE LENGTHY POST YOU GET! Big Grin

Sage hadn't noticed the small creature crawling about her company's fur, for she had been too busy admiring the dark wolf's physique. Maybe it was only because coyotes were always outnumbered, but the petite Lykoi had found herself increasingly attracted the larger of the two species. Amber eyes grazed over him slowly and without embarrassment before his voice broke the temporary spell and she blinked.

The innuendo was lost on the girl-- there was still much naivete in her--, but she smiled brightly nonetheless, nodding then fervently to his suggestion. You grow, too? she asked excitedly, gentle voice rising prettily. Sage's eyes were wide, amazed to be meeting another grower besides herself and her family; of course she would have to taste his own! Oh, that would be splendid! The prospect of trading goods (especially when it came to that tasty herb) excited her, and it showed; smoking new strains was entirely thrilling to the tanned Optio. Each high was different, complex, and interesting. She would never turn down the opportunity for a fresh taste.

Barry accepted her offer and took a generous hit from the joint; Sage nodded in encouragement, grinning coyly. This strain had particularly gentle smoke, but the active chemical ran strong in it's leaves, a truly potent plant. It hadn't occurred to her that the weed may have been too strong for him; he seemed eager enough to accept it, either way. But after maybe half of the joint, she knew that he would be drifting.

He sat, and she followed eagerly, sliding gently to the soft grassy earth with ease, her body folding up beside his with her legs folded beneath her. The handsome wolf had turned his sunflower gaze to Lennon, and her ears perked up as he was mentioned. Oh! she exclaimed, catching the stallion's attention and gesturing for him to come nearer. That's Lennon, she introduced softly as the pastel Gypsy Vanner trotted slowly over to them. He stopped some feet away, as if used to being shown off, and continued to graze lazily on the lush turf.

The Crimson Dreams man mentioned a name, but she hardly caught it before he scooped something off of himself and extended cupped hands towards her. Unsure, she glanced up a him warily, but he appeared nothing but honestly eager, and so she peered inside cautiously. Inside she saw a strange sight; was it a snail? She couldn't be sure, but it's spiral pattern glowed a bright, gorgeous green, casting a strange light on the rough pads of his hands. Wow! That's-- ...how does it do that?! she asked, amazed, moving her head about to try to catch the best view of the eerily beautiful creature. The sun would be going down soon; then, she could see it's colors even more brightly.

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