There is an idea.
there is more than just flesh.
Behind this mask,

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Loneliness was perhaps something Shimza suffered from a bit too frequently. Completely self-imposed, mind you. She tended to flirt, lead on, and then flitter away from others constantly. If she knew what she was doing, she might have said it was game. But, honestly, there was no reason Shimza was consciously aware of for her behavior. She didn’t truly like anyone and was too social to stay away from society for long. Perhaps that was why being a gypsie suited her tastes. She could make and break relationships wherever she wanted and not have to stick around for the aftermath of what she had done. That being said, this solo act was getting far too boring. She wanted a group to travel with, but she had yet to meet anyone willing to go with her. After all, the cast of characters she had met were either part of a pack, true loners, or looking for a pack.

Eh. And now look at what she was doing? Settling down? Hardly. Shimza had half the mind to turn around and abandon this mission because she felt it might damage the reputation she was convinced that she wanted. But then she saw him. And oh dear, what a lovely beast he was. He was well proportioned, and while not Shimza’s favorite kind of chiseled handsome, she could drool over those rolling shoulders and that defined jaw. He had some delicious scars to boast his experience in battle. Strong and silent type? She was impatient to find out.

She let a coy smile reflect her feelings as he approached. She noted his apparent age, though it did little to dissuade her. She could care less about age between couples, and it made her attraction to him feel a bit forbidden. It was exciting, really, and she was all for romantic dramas. She also didn’t miss in his position. Oo. She wondered what type of pack this was. If he was part of a strict hierarchy of blood, then it would be all the more fun for her to infiltrate his affections. She wondered how his family would view him hanging about with a “commoner.” Not that Shiza was any sort of peasant. She was a princess, both hereditarily and mentally.

Well, she’d let the performance unfold as it would, so long as she was its star actress. She lifted her shoulder just slightly as he looked her over. It was suggestive, a slight nudge to maybe get him thinking that she was interested. And really, what older wolf could resist the temptation of pursuing a young, healthy, golden female like her? It was unlikely he’s get another chance to have the young kind of fun again once she left him. She, however, was careful to keep her opinions to herself as she watched him with a sweet smile.

Well, it appeared her small hint had gone unnoticed when he went straight to business. Oh. Too bad. She would have enjoyed a bit of flattery. She made no move to seem submissive to him, but neither did she do anything to provoke his aggression. She was creating equal grounds to make him reachable to her. “My name is Shimza. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Aclide,” She pronounced his name with just a tiny bit of more emphasis than the rest of response and she continued on pleasantly, “I’d like permission to winter with you.” She tilted her head slightly and batted her eyes a couple of times. Since they just met, the only appropriate thing to assume was she had used “you” in innocent place of “Spirane,” but she actually meant her sentence literally. She would love to cuddle up next to those rippling muscles and she wanted to put the thought in his head.

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shimza // female // 6 years // 26 inches // gypsy // no imprint // played by toulouse

Shimza