11-14-2011, 09:25 PM
The stirring hit his ears, god he was mad, he was creating all of this shit in his mind. Her form appeared like some damn ghost that haunted him, and he was taken quite literally back by her form. Again just as before her stunning beauty was presented to him, and but this time he held no aggression to her. No just a feral lust starting to build within him. Saluce fought the urge for now, his rational mind settling him for the moment, even if he considered himself rightfully crazy.
He stepped forward, there was no hesitation in him, coming right up to her, wanting to touch her to make himself believe she was real. His she wolf was right here and how could she be a dream if his eyes spied the same confusion written across her. His paw raised up to brush across her shoulder, somehow his actions where not stopped, she was already his, there shouldn't be any barrier between them. His blues surveyed her, his expression totally at odds with the confident male he usually was, no he was a turmoil of emotions that swept across him like a disease, infecting him, making him react in ways he thought dormant for so long.
“It is French for hello,” finally he answered her question, his voice definitely loosing it's harsh tone as he spoke to her more as a lover than as an advisory, or acquaintance. There was a whole gambit of questions and things he wanted to convey to her, but he found himself once again speechless as his body took over, his nose lowering to sniff across her ear, seeking to confirm whom she was.
“I thought you where a dream” he said finally breaking the silence, his baritone rumbling against his chest.
He stepped forward, there was no hesitation in him, coming right up to her, wanting to touch her to make himself believe she was real. His she wolf was right here and how could she be a dream if his eyes spied the same confusion written across her. His paw raised up to brush across her shoulder, somehow his actions where not stopped, she was already his, there shouldn't be any barrier between them. His blues surveyed her, his expression totally at odds with the confident male he usually was, no he was a turmoil of emotions that swept across him like a disease, infecting him, making him react in ways he thought dormant for so long.
“It is French for hello,” finally he answered her question, his voice definitely loosing it's harsh tone as he spoke to her more as a lover than as an advisory, or acquaintance. There was a whole gambit of questions and things he wanted to convey to her, but he found himself once again speechless as his body took over, his nose lowering to sniff across her ear, seeking to confirm whom she was.
“I thought you where a dream” he said finally breaking the silence, his baritone rumbling against his chest.