08-03-2009, 10:19 AM
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WC: 300 As he stood, listening grumpily to the steady drizzle outside the mouth of the grotto, a familiar voice called out to him. Confused, but not abjectly bothered, his chin lifted to peer deeper into the cavern. Kaena Lykoi was both the last person he'd expect to run into, and the only person he would expect to find in such an isolated place. She had a knack for finding special places, it seemed. Fate had not lied to him after all. Her damp fur made the dead tissue of her scars a gleaming spiderweb across her skin, the many crescents on her cheeks and muzzle pink and tempting. He did not know what it was about scars that attracted him so, but he found himself irresistibly drawn to the allure of danger and promise of a good tale behind it. Her vivid yellow eye seemed to appraise him, once again appearing pleased with what she saw. The one-armed monarch let his lips slide into a wicked smile, fangs pale in the gloom of the cave. "And a moist queen to match him," he purred smoothly, semi-prick ears cocked at a rakish angle. Forgetting about the dampness that dripped from his ponytail to trickle down his spine, the intrigued alpha stepped nearer to her, dark eyes lingering on the scrapes on her shoulder. They were recent. She had been in a fight? How lucky! The most recent injury he had sustained had been fracturing his own knuckles against the side of a wooden cabin. And those had healed by now. Without waiting for her implicit permission, the one-armed Optime let his fingers trail on the scabbing slashes that decorated Kaena's shoulder, running delicately over the raised flesh. "I like this," he rumbled beneath his breath. "Are you going for a new look?" |