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 21, 2013 at 03:06:56 AM by Antonio Fernández-Carriedo
¡Que viva España!
Antonio was grinning again. All was going well, and he was now sure of quite a few things. Like many of the other ladies he'd played himself to, there was something in her stance that either started to shiver or melt whenever words of his native tongue passed from his lips or his accent fell particularly strongly on certain words. But they always caught themselves, and it was really adorably awkward for them. He knew he shouldn't find this as temping as he did, but of course, the conquistador in him had never really disappeared. Truth be told, he got more and more sadistic towards a wolf the longer he knew them.
But there was something else that caught him slightly off guard: the slight look of distrust in Cora's eyes after his minor rant about names in Spanish. So she could see through part of his act? Oh, those were always more fun. But as long as she never saw into the absolute core of his well concealed mind and soul, it was only more of a challenge.
And Dios, he hadn't had a real challenge in forever.
"Toni... It is a pleasure to meet you." She grinned back at the spaniard after their introductions, before turning a longing glance towards the water. "El placer es todo mío, señorita Cora." he said, watching her much more intently than the soft look in his eyes would ever let her know. He eventually let her take a few steps in the direction of the lake before waiting for him.
The spaniard only smiled and nodded towards the shore line, getting back on his feet and coming up beside the fea. In a well calculated gesture, his fur barely brushed against hers, tantalizingly close to actual contact but feeling still very far apart. Antonio stepped into this position easily, convincingly playing the 'it wasn't intentional' card. His eyes locked on her similarly colored orbs for a moment before replying to her question. "Si, I am coming with you. ¿Quien es el bastardo que no lo haría?" A flash of a devious smirk crossed his face, and he barely contained a giggle at how sarcastic he sounded. Of course she wouldn't understand, but, well, he could use his language to say whatever he wanted. And he was going to take full advantage of that.
Bowing his head and taking a step back, he muttered a "Mujeres primeros...". But Antonio followed quickly behind her, loving the feel of water around his feet once again.
He'd grown up on the coast of his sunny homeland, where the sea was as important to their lives as the land. The sun was intense and burning constantly on the backs of his pack's necks. But the soil was moist and rich, supplying good amounts of plant life to feed the wolves' prey and shade the larger creatures. Antonio remembered the days when it was simply too hot to do anything but sit or lay down in the sand and let the waves roll over them. So he'd of course learned to hold his breath and swim underwater, a skill that had only increased when he had been a pirate. Basically, he was damn good at it, compared to many wolves in Blossom Forest.
Thus, he dove right over the steep drop-off a few steps in front of the two of them after a simple declaration of "Estoy demasiado caliente para esto.."
He was unfortunate enough to slip under the surface just as a cloud crossed the sun, so he tried to focus on the darkened water around him. Having failed to see anything, he settled down on the sand at the bottom of the lake a decided to wait it out. A small school of fish swam right past him, but continued untouched as they were too fast to even try for.
Minutes passed, but suddenly his lungs felt like they were about to burst, and a crack of light began to filter through the lake. Pushing himself off the bottom, Antonio's head finally emerged from the surface just as the last traces of cloud slipped of the sun. He drew in a breath of sweet, fresh air before paddling back to Cora with a apologetic smile.
"Well..." he started, closing his eyes and tilting his face up towards the sun. "The water is even nicer the farther down you go, if you feel like swimming, señorita..." The spaniard shook out his glistening coat a bit before walking back onto the shore and curling up loosely so he could dry off.
