02-22-2010, 07:44 AM
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Table credit: Sace(Hemming)
-- It struck the boy as the larger form of his brother struggled under him, that the weight of a completely limb body was much heavier than what usually was expected. His contented smirk was impossible to shove away from his pale face as Emwe wriggled and panted with effort. He always took time to appreciate the simple joy of spending time with the sand hued boy. The bluish silver eyed male was a terrific loser as well as a winner, and had no issues whatsoever to keep the mood up despite being outwitted again and again. When it was announced that refusing to share the nonexistent treasure was mere pretending, Conor let his expression grow serious and he gazed away as if in deep thought, as if actually considering the sincerity of his brother’s words. Emwe never lied.
The golden boy moved off the other and let his tongue loll out of his mouth, sending Emwe a toothy, self-confident grin. ”Alright then.” he snickered and let his gold and cinnamon tail gently wave through the crispy air. ”I’ll let you get the first pick though,” he added, not at all willing to overdo his act. Not that it mattered anyway, because they would never find anything! He let his muzzle poke the other’s chest playfully before retreating back a few steps and took a patient waiting pose. ”Lets go – show me the way, leader.” |