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

The male was unsure what to do as the female showed her sorrow at losing her sister. Normally Padfoot was confident around others, especially females, knowing just the right thing to do or say, always being a natural flirt, whether they were male or female. Though more often than not he had found his personality offended and bothered males, so he tried to stick to being around females. They were easier to interact with, unless they were the type to want another female, then they too did not like his…flirtatious ways. But for the most part the brute had had no trouble, at least none that he couldn’t handle. There had been some females in his past that had been sassier than he, and had taken him through the paces, but sometimes they were more fun. But none of that usual banter seemed appropriate with this femme, not when she was mourning. Padfoot still felt that he should comfort her, even if it was not in his usual ways. For once the male was unsure of himself, his usual cocky banter held back as he tried to show that he felt bad for the femme and what she was going through.

The female seemed okay with his suggestion to get away from the water, and she mouthed a silent thank you to him as she stepped away from the ocean’s waves. She didn’t seem opposed to his touch when his plume reached out to comfort her, and he had it linger there for a moment before they began their walk. He learned her name was Ociana, a unique but pretty name. He had felt weird when he let some flirtatious words slip through, expecting her to lash out at him for being that way when she was upset. But the opposite happened. She giggled at his words, a reaction that he was used to experiencing, something that made the brute feel more comfortable. ”Ociana, a pretty name for a pretty face.” Padfoot gave her a smirking smile in response to her giggles. Even though she was sad right now, maybe distractions were better for Ociana than talking about what had happened. Besides, they did not know each other. Why would she want to have personal conversations with a stranger? The smile remained on her features as she turned to meet his gaze again, and the male let himself look her over, noticing how attractive she was. Did it make him a terrible being that he was thinking these thoughts when she had had something like her sister’s death just happen? He wasn’t sure, but he had never been too preoccupied with what was right or wrong all the time.

Suddenly the snowy white femme stopped, and Padfoot too stopped his movement, curiously looking at her with his grey orbs, his head cocked to the side in confusion. Was she already done with their walk? Had they not just begun? But Ociana did not want to leave him, at least not yet, and she began to circle him, looking him over as she drew closer. This was the type of interactions that the male was more comfortable. His goofy grin appeared on his scarred features as he spoke once more, ”Like what you see?” Padfoot felt her plume touch his side, letting it drag along his bodice until it reached his nares. He felt her warm body against his own, and he felt the familiar touches of lust reach his groins, especially when her tongue snaked out to his audette, a low growl of satisfaction escaping his throat. "I know we've only just met, but please act like you love me. Even if it's only for tonight." Once more, Padfoot wondered if this was right. But how could he turn down a pretty face when she asked so nicely? ”Whatever you wish, love.” His own vocals snaked out as he let his form press into her own, letting the feelings of lust take over him. The male turned his head toward her, licking and gently nipping at her nape and muzzle, just as a lover would. Just as she asked. Padfoot had had all sorts of lovers before, some that liked it rough and harsh, others that liked it gentle and slow. He felt that she was the slow and gentle sort, at least when she was hurting. His plume reached back to entangle in her own, nuzzling against her, not rushing any of his movements.

But Padfoot didn’t want to just sit there and snuggle against her. Her beauty had enticed him, and her words confirmed that he wasn’t the only one wanting. His tongue went back to her nape, licking a trail to her ear as he began to whisper his own thoughts to her. ”So, my love, tell me. How can I help make things better?” The brute pulled away from her a bit, but only enough for his form to lick and nip at her neck once more, hoping to get the conformation that he needed for them to proceed. His attraction to her clear, and he only hoped that Ociana did feel the same lusting need for him as he felt.

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