Many wolves looking for relaxation come to Blossom Field. A gentle breeze vibrating the blossoming flowers is quite a sight to see and it is quite a favourite for wolves to come with their mates.
A recent fire has ruined the scenery, half the field covered with soot and marked with scars of the flames. The other half is untouched, however.
Livin' la Vida Loca IP: 75.69.70.40 Posted on June 29, 2013 at 06:20:08 PM by Antonio Fernández-Carriedo
¡Que viva España!
Antonio's grin only widened when the fae responded to him, and joy added a bit to the already cheery sparkle in his emerald orbs. It also morphed into a devilish smirk for only a second, as two words in his notoriously sexy accent had made her shiver. He momentarily pondered if that was a record as he kept padding towards her, smirk changing back into a kind and happy-go-lucky grin. The spaniard had gotten very good at that over the years, instantaneously changing faces and thus the character he was playing. But so was the life of an actor like himself.
He stopped in a patch of small ruby red flowers, once she started to approach him. Antonio knew his way with females, so at just a glance at the way she moved and the glint ion her eye that she was dominant, if not flirtatious. Which left the brute with the choice of how to act around her.
"Are you alright gorgeous?" Her tone was innocent, but he could tell she was acting as well. But not quite succeeding. But he quickly responded anyway with an excited "¡Si, claro que si!" before biting his tongue in feigned shame, looking back up at her apologetically. Her second question was easier to answer in his newly found character, thus ending up as a rant in rapid, fluent Spanish that would have made anyone who spoke his language slightly dizzy. Except for the fact that it was really about nothing at all, while telling some story (that was a complete lie anyway) that almost had a side note for every other word. He presumed she wouldn't follow any of it, but he'd covered his tracks anyway.
He looked back at her presumably confused expression, and mumbled under his breath. "¡Lo siento, señorita! ¿Estoy hablando demasiado?" But his words were ignored by the fae as she asked his name, and the spaniard smiled at her once again. "Me llamo An- ¡Joder! ...You haven't understood a thing I've said, si?" Antonio sighed deeply, and lowered his head. "Lo sien- Sorry. My name is Antonio Fernández-Carriedo. Call me Antonio or Toni. And I'll warn you now, my English isn't... Bueno. ¿Cómo se dice bueno en inglés?" Antonio closed his eyes and sighed, wonder just what he'd gotten himself into.
