His thunderous words were equal to his unique, handsome features. The six little words he spoke rumbled deep within her yearning ears. Such dominating lyrics caused her chest to rise and fall quicker with her fluttering heart. Leila’s pumpkin eyes never strayed from his chiselled face. A tune of short laughter flew from her maw, melodies almost mocking. But he was incapable of ever losing her attention. Arrogant and boastful he indeed presented himself to be, but Leila could not help her entranced state. She needed to know more of him, and the black dame craved his attention. Leila’s curiosity needed to be fulfilled, for she knew she would regret it for many years. “Oh you have, have you?” The black dame simpered with a playful smile dancing across her kissers, “and how many times have you used that line, tall boy? I think many, for someone of your splendour must have females falling at your paws.” Her velveteen lyrics were teasing as a scented breeze combed through her downy ashen pelt.

“Oh! We haven’t even had the pleasure of names. I am Leila but you know, you could call me ‘gorgeous’ if you prefer.” Her lips were yielded by a sweet smile only broken by a short laugh. “And what happens to be your title, handsome?” Leila wondered whether his title would match the rest of his striking qualities. What image, thought, emotion did his name bring? - Fear, envy, affection, yarning, hate? Her thirst for knowledge almost frightened her.

With limbs poised with stealth, she waltzed lightly around the long stilted titan. Her tail was held upwards, almost touching the sides of the chiselled male. Leila’s stargazers trailed across his unique torso, mimicking an expression of inspection. “So, what are you anyway? You’re unlike any I have seen before, tell me, monsieur – are you a maned wolf? I have heard that Cold Summers is a pack home to many. I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting one yet – though perhaps I was saving the experience the handsomest.” She came to an abrupt halt, her eyes stopping upon his face. Brown eyes, she thought, nice.

ooc - sorry it's short :c



oh darling, won't you dance with me?