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.

Refresh/Reload

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[DOMECQ]

There’s a grin on his lip, pulled loose on black lips, and the whistle that drops from that gruesome slash is dripping with malicious slobber. All he wants to whisper, all he’s wanted to sing since he first glimpsed her, is “I seee you.”

DOMECQ drifts closer, still trilling quietly, his paws dipping into the water at random. A growl morphs his face--that damned shit is cold on his toes--and stops to fling his soaked pads in quick bursts out over the shore. He steps back for a moment, rubbing his paws on the grass, training a domineering eye on the stranger. She has yet to notice him. Good. The closer he walks the heavier his step, the larger the barrel of his chest, the straighter his spine. From Captain to Admiral in a heartbeat, and still swelling.

All he can think is what a damn fine specimen he is today! The sun makes of a black and white pelt a contrast so grievous that the blind see it branded in their abyss, and of dark blue eyes, black pools in which fetid souls rest. DOMECQ blinks, shattering the illusion of perfection, and carries himself further along the shore. He hears her breath, loud and bothersome on a quiet day, but it does not pull at his face but to lift it towards her.

Right into the trap; this would be quick and easy today. He wouldn’t necessarily say painless...It always felt cruel to lie to the pretty ones.

Her ears are smooth to her skull, and despite his proximity to her (closer every second) they do not stir, making severe the neat forehead and elegant crown. “No.” He throws the word at her feet like a carcass, expressing his distaste at her offer with a grimace rippling over his face. “I don’t want the stink of a common urchin on my pelt.” He looks towards her, his eyes narrowed but as colorless as ever in the demanding sunlight, the scoff of her insult still evident in his expression. His muscles feel tight under his pelt, and he flexes them while moving his head to look to the sky above her head carelessly.

He is bored with this one already. It’s time to move on.

[ooc]
Sorry about the profanity.
It’s partly the fault of this char,
but mostly through fault of my own.
I have a bit of a potty mouth.
I’m trying to get rid of it before school starts.
I have one day.
Oh Lord, please censor my other posts hahaha
Let me know if it bothers you!
I do not mind taking it out at all!
<3


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