[M] - I was prepared to take it all

Itachi Lykoi · 01-02-2011, 03:40 PM

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The youth of fading gold did not adore the way his innards seemed to succumb to the pixie girl. The issue was that the Lykoi male did not know what this meant. He was not exactly confused by her choice of words, but it was her voice itself that seemed to unsettle his stomach slightly. This girl was not anything like the lovely Naniko D’Angelo, but he supposed there were similarities in the way they made his chest churn. This insecurity was not at all him, and it was time to wrestle the unfamiliar feeling of losing control and regain his stand in the current scene they shared. There were rich variations of creatures, and this was simply another one of them. He hushed on his busy mind, for that was where the chaos was offered wings. If she could keep him entertained, she could stay.

The young prince had barely gotten to that thought before. The male found that he could easily slip into her charms, and in his inexperience he knew not that hers was a gaze he should work against so he would not fall. The male was not comfortable with the execution of the distance, but could not deny a slick cheekiness rising within, coated with a form of silent contentment that he was not about to sit down and interpret. ”I suppose so,” he spoke, playing along with her words as she pleased, knowing that she was quite right in her assumptions. She was older than him, this he could see clearly now, but not by much. A hushed snicker escaped his less chatty form at the female’s words. So that was how she preferred her men, was it? The male was allowed to ponder freely, as he was not affected by most stereotypes. His pages were blank and soiled only where a demon’s greedy claws had scratched.

Sunset eyes remained locked at hers, drinking in her lovely, innocent smile. She was attaching her strings to his form and he remained blissfully aware. Perhaps there were things to be learned from the petite girl. ”The pack in the far east; Anathema.” He replied, gesticulating vaguely in the direction of the distant mountains. He pondered what was the meaning of this shower of compliments. The young male was arrogant and absorbed the seducing words without a second thought, though that did not necessarily mean that he was gulping down her words blindly. The prince knew he wanted to, but pretty faces and words could not form him entirely after some designated will. His face remained several shades warmer than it had been, and he trusted that fur tinted gold would keep the skin’s casual blush at such uncommonly used words.

”And you?” he asked, faking genuine interest to suggest that he did not know of the group of canines that lived by the northeaster shores of ‘Souls. He missed the salt, how it had tasted on the tongue. The caves were still as the graves where dead creatures rotted, and privacy was not exactly the same, as echoes of conversations and other activities were carried lightly by the silence; thrown about by the echo. She seemed cold, and to point out to her than his uncertainty had merely been a fleeting kind, he stepped closer, drawing in her feminine scent while pondering whether or not her blue could be as pretty as emeralds. He did not know if he was handsome, but he knew that the coyote girl was fairly pleasant to the eye.

”You seem cold,” he breathed, eyes narrowing slightly with a shine of subtle sympathy.

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