|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 4:05 pm
Tamu smirked, her response a challenging one. How would he, exactly, prove himself? Well, as she moved off into her den, looking to him with expecting eyes, he lifted and flexed, a low grown of pleasure seeping out as every muscle released some tension.
'Oh, Miss Azula, I will.'
For a moment, the male stood still in his spot, watching her in return with patient eyes. He was eager to please her, show her his stuff, yet it would take time, and the more he stood about her, the more he knew he wanted to be a tease.
Finally, he roamed after her, moving with slick gestures, tossing his head to the side at one point to relive his vision of fur. His body immersed itself in the den, the smell of Azula's form thick within the confinements. His figure walked passed hers, then circled and brushed against the opposite side, his head lowering to skim the side of her features, a gentle purr escaping, before finally bringing him to the mouth of the den where he flopped on his side, back facing the female.
'Tell me, Miss Azula, about yourself then.'
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2006 11:09 am
"And make your task that much easier? I think not..." She teased contently, settling down further into the cave with her paws spreading out beside her, into a rather relaxed recline about a yard from the male. "And besides, I'm not inclined to prattle on needlessly about myself. So if you'd care to be more specific, perhaps you'll get your answers."
She was loving the back and forth, especially when she held knowledge that the other wished to know, but she wasn't compelled to share. Test number three, see if he was truely ready and up for this challenge.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 5:34 pm
His ear flicked, eyes strolling to the area behind him, where the feisty female lounged. What a lion she was.
Hastily, he smiled and moved his form so as to see her, speak to her, with full eye contact included. He was determined to show her, as well as himself, that he had potential for--damn near anything. His eyes wandered on her form, relaxed and spirited with charm...he sat, quiet, listening to her words as they drifted over to him, and enwrapped him in their essence.
His head bowed, a soft chuckle erupting from his bellows. 'Fine then, Miss Azula. Tell me, do you prattle on with others as you've done with me? So willing and true, and do you tease others as you do me? Tell me, for I really must know.' He paused, purposely, and in doing so canted his head with interest, features falling slightly. 'Is my treatment special, Miss Azula? Is it?'
The smile warmed his lips, and each end curved—her tests…were thrilling.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 6:43 pm
"Special treatment? Hardly, Tamu'meka. I've only just met you, why would you get special treatment?"
It was harsh, but sadly, she wouldn't stand for giving him the wrong impression. If he was to pass her tests, it would have to be on his own doing. She saw no benifit in making things easier for him just for her to find faults later on.
"I don't prattle." She began, softly narrowing her eyes with a hint of warning in her tone. "
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 6:50 pm
Tamu saw the glimpse, caught it and held on. For some reason, this wasn't going as planned.
His tail thumped against the ground, loud and crud. He was enjoying her toying games, and yet saw himself in the situation that there was no winning to her--he wouldn't be perfect. Purring softly, yet not as much to her as to his own thoughts, he quieted for a moment, brown eyes fixed on the dirt.
'I see.' As if lured by Azula's own presence, he glanced back up to her, her simple body language a threat to even his own words. 'Miss Azula,' he smirked. 'I did not mean to say prattle. I realize a lion like yourself would not do as such. Please, tell me of your voyage here, to the Firekin lands.' A tingle of curiosity swam over Tamu as the words flew from his lips. Honestly, he wasn't too sure if she had ventured here or simply lived in said dune without him knowing so. 'Was it long?'
She had to have come from far off, or at least a ways off, for Azula...was definitely new...her scent lingered with the word.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
