02-14-2012, 01:19 AM
((OOC: Giving up on the table for now. It hates me. 
Also, last post for tonight! Bedtime. <3 WC: 500+))
Ciara felt a peculiar warmth spreading within her as the male happily scarfed down her fish. She'd done it, she had proven that she could fish! Sure, the bass he'd caught her was far larger, but she thought it was pretty damned good for a first try. The female appreciated the fact that he kept his laughter to himself when she fell, allowing her to maintain the illusion that she was far more graceful and ladylike than she'd seemed mere seconds ago.
With a stretch and another short shake of her pelt, Ciara lowered her head and began to eat the fish. While she picked at it a little more delicately than the coywolf's scarfing, it was still gone in seconds, and the girl licked her lips with satisfaction. That was good...she said, tongue curling up to flick over the tip of her own nose for a second. When Ceri's tongue came down over the damp fur of her head, Ciara felt her eyes widen, one ear twitching shyly at the affection.
Truthfully, she hadn't spent a whole lot of time around males. The entire first year of her life had been spent travelling alone, with no company and no one to guide her. Her mother had died after they'd crossed the ice-covered ocean, leaving a pup scarcely a year old to find her own way. Ciara had managed to grit her fangs and survive it, though she remarkably kept that air of softness and innocence about her which should rightly have chipped away during the months alone.
Now she was faced with this large coywolf, giving her his undivided attention. The glances that came from those mismatched eyes felt piercing, but in a warm and somewhat appreciative way to the young wolfess. She wasn't afraid of him, merely a little bashful and shy, giving furtive glances towards him out of the corner of her eye every so often, and only making full eye contact when absolutely necessary. Still, her posture clearly wasn't one that showed fear or submission.
Her thoughts were concentrated purely on the man's behavior and whether or not she was acting the right way. She cursed herself still for falling in the river, but at least she'd amused him. He hadn't started to treat her like a child yet, and that was a clear difference from the other males she'd come across in New Dawn. Her earth-coloured eyes were slightly clouded as she allowed herself to look over his features, admiring his muscular build, and especially those eyes.
Ciara found herself so entranced that she didn't realize how close she was to the riverbank, and didn't register what he'd said until his nose was already pressing into her side. With a yelp of surprise, the girl found herself rolling back-first into the river. She rolled over instantly in the water, paddling with her paws in front of her and shaking her head to clear the fluid out of her ears. She was just about to yell at him to get in there with her lest she pulled him in, when she realized that she didn't even know his name.
Also, last post for tonight! Bedtime. <3 WC: 500+))Ciara felt a peculiar warmth spreading within her as the male happily scarfed down her fish. She'd done it, she had proven that she could fish! Sure, the bass he'd caught her was far larger, but she thought it was pretty damned good for a first try. The female appreciated the fact that he kept his laughter to himself when she fell, allowing her to maintain the illusion that she was far more graceful and ladylike than she'd seemed mere seconds ago.
With a stretch and another short shake of her pelt, Ciara lowered her head and began to eat the fish. While she picked at it a little more delicately than the coywolf's scarfing, it was still gone in seconds, and the girl licked her lips with satisfaction. That was good...she said, tongue curling up to flick over the tip of her own nose for a second. When Ceri's tongue came down over the damp fur of her head, Ciara felt her eyes widen, one ear twitching shyly at the affection.
Truthfully, she hadn't spent a whole lot of time around males. The entire first year of her life had been spent travelling alone, with no company and no one to guide her. Her mother had died after they'd crossed the ice-covered ocean, leaving a pup scarcely a year old to find her own way. Ciara had managed to grit her fangs and survive it, though she remarkably kept that air of softness and innocence about her which should rightly have chipped away during the months alone.
Now she was faced with this large coywolf, giving her his undivided attention. The glances that came from those mismatched eyes felt piercing, but in a warm and somewhat appreciative way to the young wolfess. She wasn't afraid of him, merely a little bashful and shy, giving furtive glances towards him out of the corner of her eye every so often, and only making full eye contact when absolutely necessary. Still, her posture clearly wasn't one that showed fear or submission.
Her thoughts were concentrated purely on the man's behavior and whether or not she was acting the right way. She cursed herself still for falling in the river, but at least she'd amused him. He hadn't started to treat her like a child yet, and that was a clear difference from the other males she'd come across in New Dawn. Her earth-coloured eyes were slightly clouded as she allowed herself to look over his features, admiring his muscular build, and especially those eyes.
Ciara found herself so entranced that she didn't realize how close she was to the riverbank, and didn't register what he'd said until his nose was already pressing into her side. With a yelp of surprise, the girl found herself rolling back-first into the river. She rolled over instantly in the water, paddling with her paws in front of her and shaking her head to clear the fluid out of her ears. She was just about to yell at him to get in there with her lest she pulled him in, when she realized that she didn't even know his name.