Post by Chantez on Sept 21, 2008 0:07:14 GMT -5
Chantez. Jowls parted, whip-like tongue hanging from his mouth. Where was all his entertainment today? I swear, wolves these days. Never around when you need one! Sun yellowed eyes glancing around. The first thing he spotted was water. A growl pulled from vocals as he stared down at his reflection. Despicable. But only he seemed to think so. Rolling his eyes, turning to face parallel to the shore, tail lashing at and swatting at reflection. The stuff was everywhere, and it was one of very few things on his hate list. Eyes trailed up to the sun above, warmth beating down on his back. Now that was something he liked! A soft purr rumbled in his chest as a smile pulled across his lips, tongue licking at his sabers. Now surely if he follows this pond, or river, or whatever it was he'd find some form of life right? Maybe some sort of female to woo? Or a male. A bastard like himself would be so much fun to fuck around with and toy with his head. But, upon following this....body of water, he seemed
Chantez. to have come across just another wolven perched atop a stump of some sort? He rolled his eyes. He'd never fit on the stump, much to large for it. Still, there was a wolf! Entertainment! He padded over, settling himself in the shade of an oak nearby. "Bonjour mademoiselle!" He'd coo in that voice of his, course he had an accent! He was French, after all. "What's a lovely lady like yourself doing alone, and here of all places, on such a beautiful day?" He was trying to be charming, but no telling if it'd work or not. His appearance made him look much more monstrous then he actually was.
Beauteous was startled by the sudden hello, fine silky ears twitching jubilantly as the femme's sea blue gaze peered at the ebony shape of a brute. Swiftly, Beaut summoned herself into a sitting position, lengthy tail wavered off to the side of her as she looked closer at the stranger. Singsong voice rung out across the empty valley, bouncing off the shady night rocks "Ah, well, bonjour to you too monsieur" sure, the female knew her French, and she was happy she hung around French people or else she couldn't comply with the handsome fellow across from herself. "comment allez-vous ?" Finishing up with her talking, Bea continued to sit upright, eyes tracing the outline of the mysterious stranger.
Chantez. Audits slanted forward, invisible brow perked. Oh so the girl knew French. Wonderful! A smile twisted onto his lips. Perfect. Maybe he could get a good conversation going with her in native tongue. Though he wouldn't be surprised if she couldn't keep up. "Très biens, merci. Et vous?" Sun hued opticals studies the girl. Noting the non-wolven appearances on a few parts here and there on her form. A hybrid? Looked like some fort of feline. That made a soft chuckle slip from his lips. He, too, was part feline. Saber tooth to be exact! How? Hell knows. Magic! That's how! Dueled appearance tail thrown around from one side of his body to the other, landing with a thud. One paw crossed over the other, cranium lifted above fore-limbs. He never got an answer to his first question. Pity. But he'd let it slide for now. No need to blow his act now was there? Charming as he tried to be, it was all for not. No really interest held in the creature before him. She was only a form of entertainment.
Beauteous racked her pretty brain for the meaning of his words. Aha! "Votre accueil, im grand. Et grâce à vous aussi monsieur." there it was. Sure, she didn't see this dark knight as a partner either, just as a speck on her windshield. Squaring her shoulders, Bea lept from the stump, landing without a sound in front of the towerous creature. Wow. Nearly having to crane her head all the way back just to look at his face. Beaut's small mouth curved into a rye smile, overgrown teeth nearly overlapping her bottom jaw.
Chantez. So the she-wolf...Er..Tiger could actually keep up a conversation! Very impressive. He'd keep her in mind if he ever wanted a conversation without having to rack his own brain for proper English words. "Je m'appelle Chantez." He finally introduced himself without being asked! A round of applause for him was needed. This was the first time he'd actually given his own name without being asked by someone. He should get an award or something! Sun hued opticals looked down to the female when she lept forward from the stump. See, this is why he distanced himself from others, he always appeared smaller from a distance. "Tu t'appelle comment?"
Beauteous understood the French's strange language, for some reason, she found interest in the way he spoke it so clearly. See, Bea's was cracked and hesitant. "Vous pouvez m'appeler Beaut" sure, her name was longer, but she didn't want to trouble him. "Ainsi comment votre jour a-t-il été, mon bon monsieur?" But she did hope this talk confused him. Twitching her tail, she would sigh, hinds giving way so that her rump met with the ground.
Chantez. Audits twisted this way and that as he listened to her odd choice of the use of the Frecnh language, yet still he understand the gist of what she was saying. "Le plaisir, cher Beaut." Odd name, but still, it was a name. Tail thumped on the ground once again as stripped talons dug into the soil. Massive jowls parted and that stripped whip-like tongue of his curling out of his mouth. He wasn't tired already was he? Cranium shook as jowls snapped shut. No! He'd stay awake if he had to beat his head against a tree. Paws pushed out from under him, sliding down to rest his belly against emerald blades, one paw crossed over the other. He shrugged, closing his eyes and cocking his head to one side "Bof...aurait pu être meilleur." He assumed she'd been asking how his day was. When he re-opened his eyes he noticed that little gray pup. Audits slanted forward. Where did he come from? He swore...The little thing wasn't there before! "Est-il le vôtre? "
Beauteous smiled, teeth suspending over her jaws also. Seeing him yawn, her jowls gapped open also, mimicking his yawn with one of her own. "Non, le plaisir est tout le mien monsieur Chantez". Scooting back a little. Beau would plop down, tail curling around her haunches. Whew, she was glad she thought of her estrus before he smelled it. Clutching the tail to her bum, she licked her lips, fluffed up paws crossing over one another. "Im l'action de l'amende silencieuse aussi."
~Exit Chant due to need of sleep~
Chantez. to have come across just another wolven perched atop a stump of some sort? He rolled his eyes. He'd never fit on the stump, much to large for it. Still, there was a wolf! Entertainment! He padded over, settling himself in the shade of an oak nearby. "Bonjour mademoiselle!" He'd coo in that voice of his, course he had an accent! He was French, after all. "What's a lovely lady like yourself doing alone, and here of all places, on such a beautiful day?" He was trying to be charming, but no telling if it'd work or not. His appearance made him look much more monstrous then he actually was.
Beauteous was startled by the sudden hello, fine silky ears twitching jubilantly as the femme's sea blue gaze peered at the ebony shape of a brute. Swiftly, Beaut summoned herself into a sitting position, lengthy tail wavered off to the side of her as she looked closer at the stranger. Singsong voice rung out across the empty valley, bouncing off the shady night rocks "Ah, well, bonjour to you too monsieur" sure, the female knew her French, and she was happy she hung around French people or else she couldn't comply with the handsome fellow across from herself. "comment allez-vous ?" Finishing up with her talking, Bea continued to sit upright, eyes tracing the outline of the mysterious stranger.
Chantez. Audits slanted forward, invisible brow perked. Oh so the girl knew French. Wonderful! A smile twisted onto his lips. Perfect. Maybe he could get a good conversation going with her in native tongue. Though he wouldn't be surprised if she couldn't keep up. "Très biens, merci. Et vous?" Sun hued opticals studies the girl. Noting the non-wolven appearances on a few parts here and there on her form. A hybrid? Looked like some fort of feline. That made a soft chuckle slip from his lips. He, too, was part feline. Saber tooth to be exact! How? Hell knows. Magic! That's how! Dueled appearance tail thrown around from one side of his body to the other, landing with a thud. One paw crossed over the other, cranium lifted above fore-limbs. He never got an answer to his first question. Pity. But he'd let it slide for now. No need to blow his act now was there? Charming as he tried to be, it was all for not. No really interest held in the creature before him. She was only a form of entertainment.
Beauteous racked her pretty brain for the meaning of his words. Aha! "Votre accueil, im grand. Et grâce à vous aussi monsieur." there it was. Sure, she didn't see this dark knight as a partner either, just as a speck on her windshield. Squaring her shoulders, Bea lept from the stump, landing without a sound in front of the towerous creature. Wow. Nearly having to crane her head all the way back just to look at his face. Beaut's small mouth curved into a rye smile, overgrown teeth nearly overlapping her bottom jaw.
Chantez. So the she-wolf...Er..Tiger could actually keep up a conversation! Very impressive. He'd keep her in mind if he ever wanted a conversation without having to rack his own brain for proper English words. "Je m'appelle Chantez." He finally introduced himself without being asked! A round of applause for him was needed. This was the first time he'd actually given his own name without being asked by someone. He should get an award or something! Sun hued opticals looked down to the female when she lept forward from the stump. See, this is why he distanced himself from others, he always appeared smaller from a distance. "Tu t'appelle comment?"
Beauteous understood the French's strange language, for some reason, she found interest in the way he spoke it so clearly. See, Bea's was cracked and hesitant. "Vous pouvez m'appeler Beaut" sure, her name was longer, but she didn't want to trouble him. "Ainsi comment votre jour a-t-il été, mon bon monsieur?" But she did hope this talk confused him. Twitching her tail, she would sigh, hinds giving way so that her rump met with the ground.
Chantez. Audits twisted this way and that as he listened to her odd choice of the use of the Frecnh language, yet still he understand the gist of what she was saying. "Le plaisir, cher Beaut." Odd name, but still, it was a name. Tail thumped on the ground once again as stripped talons dug into the soil. Massive jowls parted and that stripped whip-like tongue of his curling out of his mouth. He wasn't tired already was he? Cranium shook as jowls snapped shut. No! He'd stay awake if he had to beat his head against a tree. Paws pushed out from under him, sliding down to rest his belly against emerald blades, one paw crossed over the other. He shrugged, closing his eyes and cocking his head to one side "Bof...aurait pu être meilleur." He assumed she'd been asking how his day was. When he re-opened his eyes he noticed that little gray pup. Audits slanted forward. Where did he come from? He swore...The little thing wasn't there before! "Est-il le vôtre? "
Beauteous smiled, teeth suspending over her jaws also. Seeing him yawn, her jowls gapped open also, mimicking his yawn with one of her own. "Non, le plaisir est tout le mien monsieur Chantez". Scooting back a little. Beau would plop down, tail curling around her haunches. Whew, she was glad she thought of her estrus before he smelled it. Clutching the tail to her bum, she licked her lips, fluffed up paws crossing over one another. "Im l'action de l'amende silencieuse aussi."
~Exit Chant due to need of sleep~