09-26-2022, 06:10 PM
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ROMULUS MALUS - KINGPIN - COTC
Would she come?
Romulus knew his visit was a surprise, although not unexpected due to circumstances, but did not expect the predicament that occurred. When they locked eyes at the border, he knew there was more to them. A talk had to be had. In the silence between their stare, he eventually had to turn away and refocus his attention elsewhere.
As the meeting ended, a sigh of relief exited Romulus and he turned away back to the neutral lands with his head hanging casually. A periwinkle gaze set out on the horizon to a special spot, one that he had been to before, with a goal in mind and another animal to tend to. He walked slow, but with purpose, enjoying the sights and sounds of the twittering birds of the underbrush's unfamiliar land. Marsh mud squished satisfyingly between his pawpads as greenery brushed past his features. With a sniff into the air, he let out a shocked 'hm!' as a tree nearby carried her sweet scent. She came.
Dark nostrils led him forward the rest of the way, practically floating into her grasp. Soon enough, her dark and slender figure reached his eyes and he started to saunter over with lips pulled back into a gleeful smirk. Ears upturned at her words. He regrettably paused to listen from within the shadows, only for his face to grow hot and red underneath his duo-colored fur. A paw reached back to the satchel wrapped around his side, grasping the contents from the outside. Claws fumbled with the outline of his gift, almost as if to reassure him of it's presence and to reinforce the truth in her words. It appeared the feeling he held for her was mutual.
The kingpin finally pulled himself out of the darkness and into the sunrays, the golden sun highlighting his chiseled features with ease. Unlike before, his smile now showed off his teeth. His nose was scrunched in pleasure, almost mockingly, after hearing her words of encouragement. "Merlin," came his coo. "I can hear you." His face was still warm from slight embarrassment. He was also trying to savor the moment, although not enough to embarrass her back with a cocky comment. Instead, things were kept simple.
He softly proceeded forward, attempting to come to her side and offer a nudge of his muzzle against the edge of her jaw. "You're quite striking yourself," he reiterated with a purr. Her pelt reminded him of the fall, his favorite season. Browns, oranges, and yellows. All the more reason to love her.
Romulus knew his visit was a surprise, although not unexpected due to circumstances, but did not expect the predicament that occurred. When they locked eyes at the border, he knew there was more to them. A talk had to be had. In the silence between their stare, he eventually had to turn away and refocus his attention elsewhere.
As the meeting ended, a sigh of relief exited Romulus and he turned away back to the neutral lands with his head hanging casually. A periwinkle gaze set out on the horizon to a special spot, one that he had been to before, with a goal in mind and another animal to tend to. He walked slow, but with purpose, enjoying the sights and sounds of the twittering birds of the underbrush's unfamiliar land. Marsh mud squished satisfyingly between his pawpads as greenery brushed past his features. With a sniff into the air, he let out a shocked 'hm!' as a tree nearby carried her sweet scent. She came.
Dark nostrils led him forward the rest of the way, practically floating into her grasp. Soon enough, her dark and slender figure reached his eyes and he started to saunter over with lips pulled back into a gleeful smirk. Ears upturned at her words. He regrettably paused to listen from within the shadows, only for his face to grow hot and red underneath his duo-colored fur. A paw reached back to the satchel wrapped around his side, grasping the contents from the outside. Claws fumbled with the outline of his gift, almost as if to reassure him of it's presence and to reinforce the truth in her words. It appeared the feeling he held for her was mutual.
The kingpin finally pulled himself out of the darkness and into the sunrays, the golden sun highlighting his chiseled features with ease. Unlike before, his smile now showed off his teeth. His nose was scrunched in pleasure, almost mockingly, after hearing her words of encouragement. "Merlin," came his coo. "I can hear you." His face was still warm from slight embarrassment. He was also trying to savor the moment, although not enough to embarrass her back with a cocky comment. Instead, things were kept simple.
He softly proceeded forward, attempting to come to her side and offer a nudge of his muzzle against the edge of her jaw. "You're quite striking yourself," he reiterated with a purr. Her pelt reminded him of the fall, his favorite season. Browns, oranges, and yellows. All the more reason to love her.
ROMULUS MALUS
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