Greetings, this is the profile of Adrien Ludovic Gilles, better known as The Dark Gentleman. I've been an active member of Gaia since 2005, but Adrien is a relatively recent character of mine. Despite the avatar, I myself am female in real life. If you wish to know more about me or Adrien, simply leave a comment or send me a PM. I am always searching for artwork of Adrien, as well as dedicated rp partners. If you're interested, please let me know.
(hahaha, my cat is just jealous of my puppy, who gets treats for training purposes)
With the acorn rain of doom that inexplicably failed for reasons unknown to the wolfpup, Slick looked up at the tree, one ear cocked up as he stared at Adrien kitty curling up in a mudball huff. the kitty didn't want to play anymore? Rather down about this astonishing discovery, Slick dragged himself out of the mud swamp puddle, leaving tiny pawprints in his trail of departure. He cast one sadeyed puppy glance back at the disheveled kitten before plodding away. A butterfly captured his attention, and his mood brightened considerably as he playfully snapped and chased after it, heedless of his surroundings.
It wasn't until he ran into a lake that he finally stopped, distracted once again by the sharp cold, mud floating off of him as he doggy-paddled to the shore.
The wee pup decided this was too much, opting instead to lay out on a flat large rock, chubby limbs splayed wildly as he sunbathed. It didn't take long for the warm sun to send him into a series of puppy snores as drowsiness overtook this compulsive wolf
The pup yelped in surprise, rubbing his mud soaked head. Fortunately the mud was so thick he hardly felt the pain, but it still startled him out of his reverie momentarily.
Then, discovering these large acorns that had bounced off his head, he pounced on them and batted them around until they resembled mudballs instead. Slick's thickheadedness shines once again as he decided that rolling in the ooze while dodging falling nuts (or better yet, stick them to his mud armor), obviously still enthralled at yet another game.
Oblivious to the kitten's discomfort, Slick jumped right in, creating a massive splash range to resoak the fancy cat in mud after he was able to barely clean a paw.
The pup emerged from the mud, looking more like a mud shaped wolf than a wolf, his black eyes sparkling with amusement. He punched the air with a tiny, mud-soaked paw in what appeared to be a victory pose, accompanied by howls of joy that praised the wonder of playing in such puddles of treasure.
The wolf pup paid no heed to the violent hissing; a scratch on the nose was enough for him to redouble his efforts. Bleeding slightly from his muzzle, the incorrigible Slick chased after Adrien again, this time headbutting him into a puddle of mud, staining his pretty clothes through and through
Slick, if he possessed the vocal cords to do so, would probably have laughed his squishy fuzzy face off at the odd sight. Instead he howled in an odd squeaky pitch that one might consider a laugh.
His black eyes widened into excitement as his wolf tail floofed out, as a sly smirk drew across his muzzle. A cat! The wolfpup's ears shot up like lightning at the mewling as he growled in a not very menacing voice.
Cats were fun to chase! He eagerly bowled into kittenAdrien, attempting to chew on his hat.
*He sees the handkerchief, and tugs it with all his wee strength, licking the salty tears away*
Of course, had he actually had arms he probably would have patted Adrien awkwardly, as he often did with sudden emotions. It stunk being kawaii-cursed, WolfpupSlick had long decided. After all, Jor was locked away and he needed to find the gold to bribe the guardsmen holding him hostage so he could be free of this flufferly adorable spell spun by some rather irate gods.