10-30-2010, 10:50 AM
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Surprisingly, there was the sound of movement within the wooden structure. The young alpha took a few steps back and turned slightly to let his lavender orbs scan his surroundings one last time before turning back to the door to watch it push open. Orange orbs seemed somewhat crusty, and he realized that he had probably interrupted the man’s nap or something along those lines. An apologetic smile curled about the orange male’s lips, but there was no guilt. ”Larkspur,” the male spoke up, addressing the large form. ”I’m sorry if I disturbed you, but I wish to talk with you.” Was this a field where Conor had ultimately failed? Was all this his fault? He chose not to believe so.[/html]
”Do you have time?” he wondered, though his voice suggested that the other should find the time if not. It was not in Conor’s nature to play a strict game, but he wanted this to be over and done with.