Dimas stood stock still as she approached him. If his eyes saw the dirt upon her fur, it only made her appear more beautiful in his eyes. Every smudge was uniquely her. It was pathetic and romantic, but what could he do? He was completely under her spell. When she got closer, the strong unpleasant odor seemed to become almost oppressive it was so intense. It was so strong, in fact, that it made him cough. Slightly, losing his eye contact with her as he did so.


“Ugh you smell like,” he paused, realizing what he was about to say and how insulting it would sound. “I mean…uh…you have a very…unique perfume.” It was obvious that he had found the scent unpleasant – his cough had been an instinctual reaction. He hoped that she wouldn’t feel insulted. He didn’t want to put her off.


As she inspected his eyes, he stood so still it was as if he was frozen. He had never had anyone examine him in such a way, but he didn’t want to refuse her. My ears perk up as she speaks. Her voice is quite pleasant, soothing. First Mother? He wonders what that means, but he doesn’t voice the question – practically a miracle in itself. Dimas wasn’t usually one to hold back. Or rather, he was usually the type to stick his own paw in his mouth, as he had already done with her.


“Seren. You have a lovely name,” he spoke softly, honesty in his face. Her name could have been the harshest word ever, but he would have found it perfect.


I watched as her eyes moved down to my neck. I stand almost as still as before, except that my head shifts so that my eyes might follow her more easily. This isn’t out of wariness for anything she may do, he simply wants to watch her. She has a strange expression on her face – or rather, strange lack of expression. In fact, she hasn’t seemed to express any emotion since he walked over, except the aggression, if that could be called an emotion. She has simply stared, concentrating, but there was nothing for him to read. It made him nervous. He feared that she would not approve of him. That she wouldn’t want him around. He didn’t want to leave, but if she asked…he had a feeling it would be a challenge to refuse any request.

D.I.M.A.S.
. male . four years . not mated . not imprinted . no pack .
Kerowyn