Sshhh... Do you hear that sound? He growls into your ear.

The male had not gone out today expecting to run into anyone, nevermind a pretty femme like this one. It had been some time since he had been with another being, having spent some time on his own recently. But it was refreshing to spend time with another living thing. The male was still surprised about the ocean that was in front of them, its waves washing over his paws as he stood in the sand at the water’s edge. Flirting came naturally to the male, no matter the gender, he would flirt with them. These actions had gotten him into trouble in the past. Males who were clearly straight and offended by his flirtatious ways, or flirting with one around their mate, not realizing it. Or realizing it and not caring. But he was not the type that would change his ways for anyone. If they didn’t like him, then he probably wouldn’t like them either and he wouldn’t waste his time with them. But he had made some friends in the past, even if he had not seen them in what felt like a lifetime, he knew he couldn’t be entirely bad if he had such good friends before.

The male focused back on the femme, her coloring the exact opposite to his midnight black pelt. Even though the pair had only just met, they were playing this flirtatious game already. As the pair conversed and began to exchange names, he noticed how bright her eyes were, shining with…something hidden underneath. It made him curious and want to get to know her more. Padfoot gave his name, easily asking the same of the girl before him. "Well, darling, as you, I've been known as a lot of things. I’ve been called names you couldn't even dream of. 'Pretty miss' has now been added to my list." As the female spoke, she pressed against him, her white pelt mixing into his black one as she circled him, letting a giggle out that brought a smile to his kissers. Her plume reached up to trace under his jaw, and with it left a tingling sensation that made the male crave more.
"I am Onai. I suppose you're looking for a bit of fun? I wouldn't be opposed to it. You look like you need a bit of…excitement." As Onai gave him her name, she sat back down, but making sure that her shoulder was pressed to his own. Her gaze flickered between his own, grey orbs which were focused solely on her, and the water in front of them. A surge of lust and want flashed through the male at her words, wondering if she meant what he was thinking. The male could be accused of being many things, but he had never been with another unwillingly, and never would. Despite her words and actions, he had come to learn that it did not always mean that they were on board for what he had in mind. So despite the signals she gave him, and his growing attraction to her, he took the time to get to know what it was she meant. Still assuming that he would be able to entertain her in all the right ways.

Padfoot’s scarred muzzle turned back to the femme after following her gaze towards the water for a moment. ”Onai.” The male tasted her name on his tongue before he continued. ”A lovely name, for a lovely lady. As for fun, I am always looking for fun, and new vargs to indulge in excitement with.” The male winked at her, hoping that his comment about new vargs wouldn’t offend her. Padfoot was not monogamous and never would be, unless he found someone particularly special. But he doubted that would happen. But he had learned better to offend them early than have them think he was committing himself to them as others had before. ”Tell me, Onai. What sort of excitement and fun do you enjoy?” As the male spoke, his plume reached out to her behind him, gently brushing along her flank down to her own tail to flick at it playfully, even entwining in it if she should let them. The whole time his orbs were on her, gauging her reaction, hoping it would be a positive one.

That's the sound of your death. His claws scrape against stone.
Picture and table credit to Alesana <3