01-19-2012, 11:26 PM
The rustic male had made his way down south, just for a short time. He had no desire to be near the lands of D'Arte, but wanted a breather from the caverns. Something about the dank caves made him anxious, and he realized he'd never lived in a proper den before. A days travel brought him to whisper beach. Whisper, whisper. It was as if the butterflies, which had silenced while he laid with Ayasha cradled in his arms, were making up for lost time. Voice after voice sounded in his head. His favorite, the one like his mother's voice, spoke loudest and most often.
"Careful now." He slowed, seeing someone transfixed by something in it's hand not too far from him. He approached slower now, his burning golden gaze transfixed on the form. Bandages and long sleeved shirt covered her. The shirt hung low, hiding much of her body, but it didn't take a genius to see she'd been hurt. For a moment, he wanted to race at her and pin her, make her apologize for being a spoiled brat. Alternately, the image of turning her over his knee and spanking her seemed like a good punishment for her attitude towards him. She'd gotten him in lots of trouble. And yet, he felt no true ill will towards the D'Arte woman. Girl. Woman.
Yeah, Juliet was a woman. Not that he was interested in her physically. She was too stuck up. Still, baiting her could be fun. He darted forward, snatching whatever it was in her hand. He danced back, holding up the bauble. Sea glass, and a pretty soft shade of green. He peered at it, then glanced at the woman, his eyebrow arched curiously.
"Pretty little piece of rock, kid. What'cha gonna do with it?" He expected no warm welcome. He actually expected her to attack him like the others of that pack would. He still didn't think it was Tameri, like they all insisted. It was been a shadow wolf he'd dispatched, not the stupid little pup his father adopted. He eyed the piece of sea glass again, holding it up to the light. "Hmmm. Maybe I'll keep it. It's kinda cute." He returned his gaze to her, daring her to do something stupid.
((WC: 378))
"Careful now." He slowed, seeing someone transfixed by something in it's hand not too far from him. He approached slower now, his burning golden gaze transfixed on the form. Bandages and long sleeved shirt covered her. The shirt hung low, hiding much of her body, but it didn't take a genius to see she'd been hurt. For a moment, he wanted to race at her and pin her, make her apologize for being a spoiled brat. Alternately, the image of turning her over his knee and spanking her seemed like a good punishment for her attitude towards him. She'd gotten him in lots of trouble. And yet, he felt no true ill will towards the D'Arte woman. Girl. Woman.
Yeah, Juliet was a woman. Not that he was interested in her physically. She was too stuck up. Still, baiting her could be fun. He darted forward, snatching whatever it was in her hand. He danced back, holding up the bauble. Sea glass, and a pretty soft shade of green. He peered at it, then glanced at the woman, his eyebrow arched curiously.
"Pretty little piece of rock, kid. What'cha gonna do with it?" He expected no warm welcome. He actually expected her to attack him like the others of that pack would. He still didn't think it was Tameri, like they all insisted. It was been a shadow wolf he'd dispatched, not the stupid little pup his father adopted. He eyed the piece of sea glass again, holding it up to the light. "Hmmm. Maybe I'll keep it. It's kinda cute." He returned his gaze to her, daring her to do something stupid.
((WC: 378))