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n e v e r w a s a n d n e v e r w i l l be Her first reaction upon noticing him was to immediately drop the mouthful she was working on only to follow up with a low growl just after. It had passed his mind- the fact that she might think he actually wanted the 'coon from her. But it doesn't take her long to fall silent, her jade gaze locking with his own vivid and bright amber. She had to tilt her skull upward at quite the angle, for not only was she below him- she was significantly smaller than him. Artimus had noted this when observing her prior, but didn't realise just how small she was until he was up close and personal. But he didn't comment- instead, he merely watched her intently as the sun beyond them began to sink lower, the darker hue of her fur melding her within the shadows while the last rays lit his fourm up rather brilliantly. It was a trademark of his, the almost glowing warmth he held in certain moments, such as the one right now. If only one could see the true intentions behind those charming eyes. She stood just before he spoke, his gaze following her movement as she seemed to consider his words. Her answer is a very simple one- and Artimus has always enjoyed simplicity. Nodding his handsome, sculpted jaw down once, then twice, he's allowing a pleasant and easy smile to caress his features as his own voice slipped forth. 'It is a feat in itself my dear.' His tones are velvet and soothing and when she took her step away from her meal, he gave an ever so slight, innocent tilt to his massive skull. 'It is not hunger that brings me here this day.' It's a simple and blatant statement- and yet behind it there are so many possibilities. So many options, so many doors. But which one to choose, which one to take and follow through? And then she gave him something he did not often ask for- but when it was offered it pleased him more than a little bit. It meant that the giver was intent on knowing more- it meant curiosity was present, and in the right mind.. curiosity was the most destructive force imaginable. Another smile is stretching across his features at her tease, and though there was a tightness about her gaze- Artimus was intent on holding his own level with hers. When he spoke, his tones were that of humor and amusement, a rather playful lilt intwined. 'I like to know more when something catches my eye.' Call it cheesy- but coming from him, it wasn't cheesy at all. There was a tact of feigned sincerity that the massive male had mastered long ago, among other things. And then, almost as if it was an after thought- and of course after a well given moment of suspense- he's seemingly remembering himself. 'I would be Artimus. Such a pleasure to meet you, Fathom.' ⁶ ⁶ ⁶ |