Her first reaction to him was more than lovely. Her similar to his own irises seemed to brighten a tenfold, becoming an even more vivid lavender, if even possible. And it seemed she could not look away from his own features- his own eyes. It was almost as if she were caught in a spell, an enchantment; a web spun of his own devices. The thought and simple sight of her brought a slow, yet broad grin to stretch taunt across his dark lips, his skull still tilted ever so slightly as he observed her. Waiting patiently for her to speak in her own turn, Sen witnessed a miraculous thing- a smile creeping across her own features, enhancing them and seeming to make her even that much more beautiful and ethereal. His breath was, almost, quite literally, taken away. He'd never seen such a lovely lady before, and he would be damned if he let her walk away any time soon. And when she turned to face him- oh, if he could have whistled, he would have. If he was the type to swoon, he would have. If he was the type to drool, he would have.
She was as warm and welcoming as the sun on a pleasant autumns afternoon, as it was his favourite season. She was strong, built well and for speed, he could tell, and she carried herself with such confidence and the slightest hint of a challenge in her enchanting gaze. A challenge Sen would any day accept, wholeheartedly and more than willingly. Just what games would she have to play; it was something he could easily, and most enjoyably, muse to himself. She teased him, when she first replied- and that only made his grin grow even broader. So, the cinnamon lady had some spice in her after all. Sen likes.
Her claim on the boar, and then last, singular question has the golden boy dipping his jaw down in mock severity. "My dearest apologies, my lady. I did not know she had been claimed." Stepping off to the side of the carcass, he then gestured with his muzzle toward the plentiful bounty, never once taking his eyes off of her. "Please, do enjoy what is ever rightfully yours." The amusement and slight chuckle laced in his voice should be enough to make it quite obvious that his words were playful, but nonetheless true. She was more than welcome to dine with him, for who would not want to share dinner with such a lovely lady? He had noted her tail waving in a friendly, welcoming manner- and his own long appendage gave a wag of it's own, more than welcoming and eager to speak more with such a beautiful stranger.
"And yes, my lady. It is but me, myself, and I this evening." His tones were gentle, warm, masculine, and more than anything- welcoming and sincere. His voice had a subtle rough edge to it, but it was simply because of the depth of it. While it wasn't anything too deep for comprehension, it was deep enough to befit a mind such as his. Now tilting his skull to the opposite side, and still watching her, wondering if she would take his invitation, he mused to her once more. "And a pretty lady, if she would so have me."
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