At Leisure Lake the sun is always shining and only a few stray clouds roam the open sky; paradise is the one word that really describes it. This beautiful lake is clean and refreshing, the very best place to swim and fish. Pups are known to play here while older wolves watch at the side, engaged in their own activities.
Livin' la Vida Loca IP: 75.69.70.40 Posted on June 20, 2013 at 03:52:15 AM by Antonio Fernández-Carriedo
¡Que viva España!
Toni watched the fae before him intently, wanting to know all he could from her body language. His emerald eyes sparkled deviously as they studied her sleek form. She clearly had never been forced through a pained existence, since her steps were light, even and elegant. And any wounds would have shown obviously through her ivory coat, except only the shallowest and oldest of scars. That, of course, gave him nothing to work with, so he sighed quietly to himself before perking up again as soon as the fae turned to look at him.
"Hello. I'm sorry to say, but I don't speak much Spanish. Do you perhaps speak English as well?" Toni beamed back at her slightly timid smile. This was something he could draw characteristics from, and a few solid facts did come from it. She clearly didn't spend much time with other wolves, otherwise her smile would have seemed less innocently adorable. Antonio had to bite his tongue in order to not lick his lips at the sight. If he was to play his own game right, then there would be a lot more of that to come later.
He shook his head slightly to snap himself out of his thoughts. Smiling as broadly as ever, but with a new mischievous glimmer in his glowing green orbs as he formed a plan.
"¡Claro que- No, lo sien-" Pausing awkwardly, he took a step backwards with narrowed eyes, glaring at the ground a moment in feigned thought. He'd clearly have the upper hand if she didn't know he spoke English, the common language in Blossom Forest.
Shrugging, Antonio bowed his head slightly and looked up at the fae sheepishly. "I am really sorry, señorita. My English isn't exactly... Bueno. ¿Qué es bueno en Inglés...?" He bit his lip, looking helplessly at the fae. It couldn't be seen through his brilliant acting, but he was just fighting down a fit of laughter at himself. His accent wasn't actually that thick or intriguing, but he hadn't even intended to talk as fast as he did.
He sighed, looking to be very thankful for the change in subject but secretly hoping with all he was worth that the charm he was trying to pull was going to work.
His eyes widen slightly at her name, and he grins again. "Cora..." He intentionally rolled the 'r', just for more dramatic effect. And to finally add a hint of a flirtatious note to his tone, it was better to start off easy with femmes like Cora. He took a step or two towards her, his masterful acting allowing a gentle blush to grace his dark, chocolate-colored face. "Es una nombre muy bonita... Me llamo- ¡Joder! En Inglés, hombre estúpido." Antonio sighed again, shaking his head and looking the other in the eyes sadly. "So sorry... My name is Antonio Fernández-Carriedo. Call me Antonio, or Toni~." He winked playfully there, knowing he would always have a chance with a lady, no matter how much Spanish was thrown in. Replies:
