07-20-2018, 12:49 PM
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/late to my own thread smh
Perhaps he had been too hasty in his assessment, for the disbelief was promptly invalidated by the appearance of a creature from the swamp. It was a moment before Dorian arrived to the conclusion that the animal was not, indeed, a swamp beast; she reeked, however, and the frog she very kindly offered did its absolute worst to Dorian's belly. Of the many lands the lion could have been chased into, fate chose the one that assaulted every single one of his senses with ease. Clearing his throat, he smiled thinly at her 'gift.' "Ah, I'm afraid my appetite was lost a few meters ago, but I appreciate the gesture." His gun-metal gaze followed the feline as she sought less-murky waters, soon revealing herself to be not quite as dark as he had previously gathered, but he deduced that was this swamp's effect on those within it.
Her remark had his impeccable posture straightening even further, head a fraction down to veil as great a portion of the collar as he could. "A coarse group of men, actually, with abominable fashion taste." In spite of his circumstances, the mirth was a welcomed distraction, but Dorian soon gleaned her epiphany and sobered a scant bit. She was not a solitary creature eking out an unsavory life as he had hoped. There were more out in this quaint little swamp. How wonderful. "As entertaining as that would be for the both of us," he gave the collar one more unsuccessful tug, "I must confess I'm not in the mood." The obsidian male deliberated over his available routes, chewing on his cheek. It couldn't hurt to begin with an introduction, and he swept low in a well-practiced, fluid bow; upon exiting it, he said, "Dorian, of House Pavus. A pleasure." What was that she had mentioned? "Joining. What would that entail, exactly?"
Motion attracted his stare to a fumbling cheetah, as unaccustomed as Dorian to mucking about in this terrain. The male said nothing, however, and Dorian was certainly a frequent recipient of attention, but he was never suited to the silence. Particularly less so to flinches. "Yes, I'm very pretty, aren't I?"
Perhaps he had been too hasty in his assessment, for the disbelief was promptly invalidated by the appearance of a creature from the swamp. It was a moment before Dorian arrived to the conclusion that the animal was not, indeed, a swamp beast; she reeked, however, and the frog she very kindly offered did its absolute worst to Dorian's belly. Of the many lands the lion could have been chased into, fate chose the one that assaulted every single one of his senses with ease. Clearing his throat, he smiled thinly at her 'gift.' "Ah, I'm afraid my appetite was lost a few meters ago, but I appreciate the gesture." His gun-metal gaze followed the feline as she sought less-murky waters, soon revealing herself to be not quite as dark as he had previously gathered, but he deduced that was this swamp's effect on those within it.
Her remark had his impeccable posture straightening even further, head a fraction down to veil as great a portion of the collar as he could. "A coarse group of men, actually, with abominable fashion taste." In spite of his circumstances, the mirth was a welcomed distraction, but Dorian soon gleaned her epiphany and sobered a scant bit. She was not a solitary creature eking out an unsavory life as he had hoped. There were more out in this quaint little swamp. How wonderful. "As entertaining as that would be for the both of us," he gave the collar one more unsuccessful tug, "I must confess I'm not in the mood." The obsidian male deliberated over his available routes, chewing on his cheek. It couldn't hurt to begin with an introduction, and he swept low in a well-practiced, fluid bow; upon exiting it, he said, "Dorian, of House Pavus. A pleasure." What was that she had mentioned? "Joining. What would that entail, exactly?"
Motion attracted his stare to a fumbling cheetah, as unaccustomed as Dorian to mucking about in this terrain. The male said nothing, however, and Dorian was certainly a frequent recipient of attention, but he was never suited to the silence. Particularly less so to flinches. "Yes, I'm very pretty, aren't I?"
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DORIAN PAVUS: [size=9pt]bright, like the fish that kill you if you eat them. can't hate you for hiding if you burn so brilliantly. ✯