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Karalius released a sigh of some sort of emotion. Whatever it was, it was coursing through his bodice at the speed of light and made his cranium feel ready to tilt to one side and slide of his neck. This feeling was something so alien to the young brute, and his dappled pelt released the quirky shivers to show his nerves beginning to prickle their way through it. It would have evidently showed to Rex that he was becoming really infected by her prescence, and this was something the dappled could not afford to fuck up now.
Her flirty ways were still unknown to him, and so was the game she may be playing. Yet for this he did not care, with his pride bouncing off any sense that he should have been clinging to with a ferocious grip. He twitched his soft lobes towards her, watching her body language and the soft pelt that seemed, to him, to shine in the pale and cold light of Frostfall. And her pools danced in the light too, with a hint of something he could not pick at. But his own lustful ways sure could read into that as a mirror reflection of his own desires.
The dappled then began to think, what are you thinking, sweet thing? For he would never understand the fantastical creatures that soared about with their wings or their horns. They were as alien to him as he was to a wolf. In the soft moments of silence he waited for the replies to his own deep words towards the fae, and as he waited his mind wandered whilst not letting go of the lock of pools. His orbs were fixated on her, but his lobes listened to the soothing waves that did not seem to care for the biting wind. Instead, the wind seemed to match in perfect motion with the waves that lapped against the shores. The sand seemed particularly white today, yet this was something he could not place a dagger on. Was his sight becoming glazed over by this enticing creature?
It occurred to Karal, that the wind and the waves were two very different components and they too were alien to one another, yet they bounced off one another well enough to make a perfect relationship...
Shaking these thoughts from his head, he stepped forward as she brought him back to earth with,
"I'd like that."
His pools shone the same smile that had strewn across his dark velveteens. And she began to move her dainty bodice, brushing against him with her shoulder and hips and holy crap did it make the emotionally unattached's guts twist and turn inside him. He could feel the spark flowing around his bodice and giving him tingling feelings at the base of his pillars and in his brain. It was electric.
I'll follow you, my dear.
Something was so smooth about her that the brute could not resist. And the dappled then stepped forward in front of her, mainly because she beckoned for it but also to regain some of the brutishness that he would need to continue her interest in him.
"How's about we take a stroll down South?" His words were mimicking the deep bassy tones of his previous speech, and was all the more inviting to Rexanna.
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