I'm not calling you a liar...

Alister Callow · 09-18-2012, 11:30 PM

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Word Count :: 000 That would do it, and Omg --Busted! These two are so fun, cannot stop laughing.

He flattened his ears in reaction to her snarl, trying to keep his posture neutral, though refused to budge. He was a living shield wall, barring her escape. He'd never meant to confront her, well he had, but not like this. The woldog quirked a brow at the little hint of motion beneath the red fabric. What was she hiding, did she have it with her? She clutched the cloak in responce to his probing gaze, covering the ugly pink scars that raked her flesh. His eyes softened in their gaze, and he managed to look into her eyes. "Sidra... What happened to you?" Concern shone in those telling multi-colored orbs, and momentarily he forgot about the pendant. He wanted to reach out to her, but suppressed the urge once he caught the look in her eye.

Sidra was quick to correct him when his gaze wandered over her full chest. Alister's cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson under his fur. "I er...uh.." He stammered, both shamed and embarrassed, eyes fixated on the ground. Had he really been so obvious? He'd been looking for the necklace...and maybe his eyes had gone a bit lower. Maybe. Oh, who was he kidding? He was guilty and both of them knew it. Now that the heady perfume of her heat was lifted, he was able to see her clearly, without constantly battling back his primal desires. Cautiously his eyes roamed over her lithe frame, less invasive an inspection than before. He was careful not to linger on any specific area too long, neither did he appear to be sizing her up. He was just taking her in.

Her heat, though it forced upon them a carnal attraction, was not as bewitching as he had thought. Her pelt was the same as he remembered, only now her saw her more clearly. She truly was an exotic beauty- golden tones serving to accent her pelt of raven black. Odd spots dappled her arms in the most intriguing pattern, like nothing he'd even seen before. She spoke to him then, a seductive grin curving the edges of her muzzle. Now where had he seen that look before?

"You obviously liked it well enough." He returned, firm in his accusations. She had been with him the night just before he'd woke to find his necklace gone. Her blatant dishonesty was like an affront to the chivalrous male. It vexed him, a true upset to the moral code he held so dear. But she was unrelenting, continuing to persue her claims of innocence. "That necklace belonged to my mother, it's all I have of her." He quickly corrected himself, "...er. Had."

He'd ran this scenario and all its various outcomes through his head again and again, but never did he think she'd openly lie to him and all with a smirk...Wait. She was smirking at him-- actually smirking? That bloody...Did she take him for a fool? ...the question seemed to answer itself with a blatant obviously ringing in his head. His eyes narrowed on her. Alister was many things, but he was no fool, or he'd never considered himself one, at least. She was playing him. When she advanced again, trying to shoulder past him he moved once more into her path. "Oh I think you have time, yet." He folded his muscular arms across his chest, refusing to yield.

Photo courtesy of Temari 09

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