Her amiable smile was painted delicately upon her lips as her obsidians widened in exhilaration. As the long stilted charmer bowed, she let loose a laugh; it was soft upon the ears and simply lasted for a few brief seconds before fading off into a short inhale of air. His words were complimenting and genteelly spoken. His rumbling baritones made her chest flutter and almost broke her flirtatious disposition. But she managed to keep her composure and opened her maw to expel her own set of flirts. “Oh my sweet, how you flatter me so. Yes… I can think of many, many names that would suit your handsome features but I believe I shall settle for the ordinary - Harries it is then.” The enchantress smiled and finished her words with a quiet sigh.

Leila was not a fool and would challenge anyone who dared label her as such. She knew that the titan before her was not besotted by any beauty she may have possessed. Their playful flirts would never amount to anything but that. So she never concentrated upon this, for these conversations were a large source of entertainment and to end to suddenly would be a great sadness upon her. But she could not deny the way he made her feel; special, important and thrilled. If she had been any other female and anxious for a mate and family she may have submitted to his experienced flirts. But she was not, and so this was just another brute she would soon forget in weeks to come. Or perhaps not, for this creature was unlike any other she had laid eyes on before.

After the dragoness had carried out her small inspection of the auburn boy, she stopped into front of him. Her face was held close to his own, orange gazers staring fixatedly into his own hazel pools. As she breathed in his thick cologne shivers shot down her spine. When the titan confirmed her words, Leila allowed a soft giggle to fall from her vocals. The giggled dwindled into a sharp exhale of air as he pressed his maw close to her ravenous ears. “You have a mighty amount of faith in yourself don’t you, my darling? But I suppose I’ll take your word for it. After all you do astound me with your appearance. Perhaps my opinion will change in some better comes around.” She said innocently, as if her lyrics were dusted with sweetness.

He traversed around with an air of confidence, lengthy stilts carrying him with the upmost elegance. The doe could not help but admire his grace; she almost envied him for it. Maned wolves were certainly unusual. They carried a facade of royal blood, though surely he could not have descended from royals. Why would he leave? Leila would have grabbed the chance of becoming a superior. At his enquirement of her pack land, she grinned. “Well, unlike you my sweet I hold the ranking of zeta in Aurora Borealis. I love my home but there is only so much amusement that you can find there. And that is where you come in.”




oh darling, won't you dance with me?