il cielo brillerà per voi... IP: 108.69.203.21 Posted on June 9, 2012 at 00:19:27 AM by Primo
A slim figure made it's way down the riverbank, bobbing his head and swinging his tail lightly to the rythm of his own music. He didn't look, or act very masculine- in fact, if one saw him from a distance they might think he was a fey if not for his scent. Even that was masked by the sweet aroma of flowers that always seemed to cling to his snowy white pelt.
Primo loved the summertime, besides spring, it was his favourite season. Such a beautiful time, where everything was lush and green. Except for summer storms it really was perfect in the brute's eyes. He let the breeze tug at his fur as he stood overlooking the river, looking down at the water, reflection gazing back up at him. He saw his black ears, his green eyes, and the silver necklace with it's rose charm that hung around his neck. One might call the brute narcissistic, but he really wasn't. He liked to take care of himself and make himself look presentable. After all, it had gotten him many fey's (and some brutes as well) so why stop looking pretty?
Turning his angled head as he heard the sound of pawsteps somewhere down the riverbank, Primo caught sight of something rather peculiar. It was a wolf, mostly white-pelted as was he, but covered in bandadges. That was certainly an interesting... look... The brute narrowed his green orbs slightly. Those bandages were certainly not what he would consider beautiful, but then again, he supposed personalitys could be beautiful as well.
So, desiding to go ahead and talk to the brute, Primo trotted over on his dainty black paws. "Greetings," he said in his higher-pitched, smooth tones. He waited a respectful distance away while he waited for the other brute to respond. Replies: