I hate everything about you,
Why do I love you?
The stranger’s voice did not match the innocent face, or at least what Kassi gathered as innocent. Deep with maturity, not rough like most of the men she’d known in her life, almost like corn silk flitting across the open sky. Do I really have to get up? It’s so comfy here, she whined to herself. You’re behaving like a child. It’s time for some fun. A grin split her facade as she kicked her legs out from beneath her fine frame, her coat as bright as his was dark. Curiously, she studied the stag. He’d not tried to claim her, as she expected in these parts of the islands, nor did he seem to be much of a threat. Just a bit bewildered. Snorting, the femme tossed her head back and stepped closer, who needed personal space?
”Fuast huh? I am Kassipoeia. My, you DO smell rather wonderful.” Another stride toward the male, she filled her lungs deeply with his scent. Nothing like the musk of the Lagoon. How strange. Is this a trap? Is there someone waiting to club me over the head? Her honey eyes moved from side to side but found nothing aside from the black and white beast before her. Her mind was made up, ”You’re weird.” Flicking her bright tail across her side she turned her back on him only to whip back around with a grimace on her expressive face. He was definitely taller than her, heavier built. How easy it would be for him to force her home, and still he had done nothing. It was almost disappointing. ”So what brings you to my tree, Fuast? I cannot for the life of me figure out your motive. Very clever. So, I demand answers! Towards the end she couldn’t hold back a giggle. It was a sound that filled the trees, soft and bright and carefree.
Nibbling a particularly itchy spot on her foreleg, the red roan considered her options. She could play nice, or mean, or there was always the other side of things, the one she hadn’t figured out how to control, but that sometimes controlled her. Scrunching her muzzle, the vixen reached her nose out to Fuast, her lids closed as her mind went blank. For a moment, it wasn’t so hazy. For a moment, she could believe he had kind and true intentions or maybe not at all. However, it was short lived. When her optics opened wide again the fog remained around the rims. The distortion her parents had caused as real as reality.
”You will be my pet I think.”
Kassiopeia
female | six | mixed | red dun roan | ee/aa/Dr/Rr | Orion x Sarasota | kittyha's lovechild
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