Great Expeditions

Zeitgeist · 05-25-2012, 11:05 AM

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Leave me bleeding on the bed, see you right back here tomorrow, for the next round.Keep this scene inside your head, as the bruises turn to yellow, and the swelling goes down..

Word Count → ### :: I am really enjoying this thread immensely. I can't wait to get home days to be able to reply to it.

Even Zeitgeist could admit that his fascination with the grass was an odd one. It had been a toy when he was a pup, a luxury even. It wasn't too often that he had found grass when he was growing up and so it held felt to be priceless to him when he was younger. Of course over on this side of the world there was grass all over and so his fascination would be entirely loss on the creatures of this part of the world. It was just another something that set them apart and separated them even further. But even though she found it strange Zeitgeist was glad that she had spoken nothing of the peculiarity of it.

Zeitgeist wasn't really into the clothing habit for clothings sake but more for the practicality of it. The vest had pockets in which he kept possessions that he didn't trust out of his sight and therefore meant a great deal to him. The hat, well... it had served as a distraction. The charming little jingle of the bells along with the tricks that he would display kept everyones attention from his true purpose of cleaning out the possessions of those that had gathered in order to pay witness to his feats. The only thing lacking true practicality was his collar and that something of sentimental value to him. So he had clothes simply because they served a purpose.

The male would be unable to mock her ignorance as he had to be taught to read and understand it as well. It actually hadn't been so dreadfully long ago that he had learned to read. Of course his lessons had come with stories for each area. But again, that had been at a time that his best friend has still been around. If it hadn't been for him Zeitgeist wouldn't be as educated as he was. Even now he still was little more than a street urchin whom had excelled at their craft. But of course none of that mattered here as he wasn't known by any.

"That is really hard to believe. How could no one have told you before? Are they simply blind to what is in front of them? Or maybe they are just too simple in the head." Sure, he flirted almost naturally and was often promiscuous but he didn't lie about beauty. He wasn't exactly the sort to inflate an ego over nothing. He would have said nothing if he hadn't truly believed it. "Bello, beautiful." He spoke first the word in Italian and then translated it to English for her to be able to understand.

Z shook his head. "I must admit that it is not only your looks that intrigue me but quite simply you as well." Sure, looks might be his first attraction but if he couldn't stand to spend anytime with the other canine then more likely than not nothing would ever happen. He simply didn't find it to be satisfying to hook up with those that he couldn't stand. He was hurting that bad in which he had to take just anyone that crossed his path.

Without even thinking about what he was doing first Zeitgeist shifted his position in order to kneel behind the female as she had plucked up a blade of grass. "Like this." He spoke softly and quietly as he made to try and wrap his arms about her. His only intent was to guide her to hold the blade of grass just right so that it would end up producing a sound. "Don't force it but you can't be too gentle about it either when you blow."

And if you're ever around, in the city or the suburbs, of this town,
Be sure to come around, I'll be wallowing in sorrow, wearing a frown,
like pierrot the clown.

Table by the Mentors!

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