09-09-2010, 11:24 PM
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WC: 300+
He felt her presence like a flame at his side, crackling and drawing in the moths to burn. Was he a moth? The youth shivered slightly, his skyblue eyes sliding to stare pointedly at his oversized feet. He wondered, briefly, if she could see the blush that stained his cheeks through the layer of silken ivory fur. Her voice caught his attention and, respectfully (albeit warily), the manchild tilted his head to peer across at her, an innocent smile revealing a ginger flash of sharp ivory incisors. For all of his childlish wit, the boy was equipped with the body of a potential killer - his size, his teeth - but any viciousness was to Caillen as fire was to water - Entirely incomprehensible, and not one inch of his nature. A strange and baffling mix of genetics, was the wolfdog.
"N-nice tae meet you, miss Lolita." And for a moment, his smile was genuinely sunny, for he did so love to meet new people. Each one brought him a different learning experience, added something unique to his personality like a bracelet collecting beads. For a moment, his mind reflected on the last individual he had met - The ruby-eyed temptress, with her curved body and her flashing twin blades. The thought made his body shiver slightly, as if remembering the fear.
Caillen's wandering mind was abruptly pulled back by the sensation of fingers, gently toying with the fur of his thigh. Like a nervous colt the boy's eyes widened, their owlish depths fixing on the blood-haired woman and her chemical lime gaze. In the back of his mind, Caillen got the sinking suspicion that he was about to become a moth, but the conscious thought was never born forth. Lolita's claws tickled the skin beneath the fur on his leg, but the feeling was not unpleasant, and he did not flee. Her statement, accompanied by the pout, made the youth immediately contrite. Had he been rude? Gosh he didn't want to offend her! Instantly wishing to please, Caillen shook his head childishly, those skyblue eyes remained fixed on her.
"N-n-no, miss Lolita..." But he was a terrible liar, and so, "... Maybe just a l-little."
Speak think walk
Table © James, courtesy of Hannah
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ooc:
WC: 300+
He felt her presence like a flame at his side, crackling and drawing in the moths to burn. Was he a moth? The youth shivered slightly, his skyblue eyes sliding to stare pointedly at his oversized feet. He wondered, briefly, if she could see the blush that stained his cheeks through the layer of silken ivory fur. Her voice caught his attention and, respectfully (albeit warily), the manchild tilted his head to peer across at her, an innocent smile revealing a ginger flash of sharp ivory incisors. For all of his childlish wit, the boy was equipped with the body of a potential killer - his size, his teeth - but any viciousness was to Caillen as fire was to water - Entirely incomprehensible, and not one inch of his nature. A strange and baffling mix of genetics, was the wolfdog.
"N-nice tae meet you, miss Lolita." And for a moment, his smile was genuinely sunny, for he did so love to meet new people. Each one brought him a different learning experience, added something unique to his personality like a bracelet collecting beads. For a moment, his mind reflected on the last individual he had met - The ruby-eyed temptress, with her curved body and her flashing twin blades. The thought made his body shiver slightly, as if remembering the fear.
Caillen's wandering mind was abruptly pulled back by the sensation of fingers, gently toying with the fur of his thigh. Like a nervous colt the boy's eyes widened, their owlish depths fixing on the blood-haired woman and her chemical lime gaze. In the back of his mind, Caillen got the sinking suspicion that he was about to become a moth, but the conscious thought was never born forth. Lolita's claws tickled the skin beneath the fur on his leg, but the feeling was not unpleasant, and he did not flee. Her statement, accompanied by the pout, made the youth immediately contrite. Had he been rude? Gosh he didn't want to offend her! Instantly wishing to please, Caillen shook his head childishly, those skyblue eyes remained fixed on her.
"N-n-no, miss Lolita..." But he was a terrible liar, and so, "... Maybe just a l-little."
Speak think walk
Table © James, courtesy of Hannah