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Nei an e kje shifted, han e bare deilig manneulv  Og sorry for at eg va litt treige med å svara, trøtte av å jobba og de, men eg fant ut nå at eg kunne snika meg te å skriva litt på jobb \0/ YaY!! I win!!! Det e bare ikkje engelsk ordbok på worden min her, så det kan ver någen småfeil hist og pist, men det overleve du.^^ tror eg :S To be honest, she caught him somewhat by surprise, but he would never admit it, ever. Like a white angel she raved above him, he had never seen such white furr before. He was used to the pale greyness and bluish blackness, but the nearest thing he had come to this sort of pure white, was the first winter snow. She had spolied his lunch, but brought forward a more amusing sport of game, the one of introduction. How was he going to play his cards, be submissive? Or turn on his charm? Though a little rusty, he chose the latter. Stretching his pawns before him, making his body long and slim, emphasising on the musckes in his neck and upper torso. He shaked his head, his dark black and bluish mane rigidly flow in the sun and the wind, he knew he looked good. Bigger than the female, he didn’t feel threatened. And with his strong agaility, should she prove superior in strength to him, he wasn’t afraid of getting hurt. She seemed friendly though, almost a little naiv. Who walks up to stranger and willingly just introduces themselves? He had never encountered such forwardness. |