Post by Dax Ehzno on Mar 21, 2009 21:17:53 GMT -5
OOC: Bahahaha, I didn't even catch that! Good job, I guess? LOL.
Daxton chuckled warmly, his pale oculars glinting as he stared at Ryku with the foolish sort of grin that only a mann could keep; though as draggas go Dax was far more subtle and slow to reveal any emotion, at least physically, than most. ”You'll come to realize that more often than not, I'll make a fool out of myself. It runs in my family: draggas that make complete and utter fools of themselves in front of unsuspecting drappas. I appreciate your concern, however.” Though winter's chill still clutched at Transylvania's barren terrain, Fenris was trying his hardest to offer some sort of comfort to his children; his rays, stronger than they had been all season, warmed the grizzled he-wolf, leaving Dax with a slackened smile. With a wide yawn he stood and arched his lean body in a tense stretch, his front legs and then his hind legs extending father than their usual reach. Kerls, to survive, had to be of the utmost physical dexterity and Dax Ehzno was definitely not the exception to this rule. He may be something of a pretty boy, for taking such pride in his pelt, but his hardiness did not diminish because of this.
Ryku's voice and gesture caused him to swivel his skull to look at the unsuspecting lera, and he laughed heartily at the sight of the gamboling squirrels, their bushy tails reminding him of his own. They scampered up and down the thick trunks of the firs and pines and oaks, seeming to play keep-away with an acorn or some similar nut. They would stop, and then without warning zoom away. It amazed the male at how quick they were; their legs were so short. Not quicker than us, though, he reassured himself. Looking at the squirrels made the hunger gnawing at his belly even worse.
Though the blinding patches had finally faded from his line of vision, Dax scowled at Ryku. ”Yeah, now you tell me.” He attempted to restrain a smirk but inevitably failed, and he let his gaze find the obsidian femme's orbs once again. There was something about their elegant amber hue that struck a different chord; it wasn't often he had stumbled across such a lucid hue and, after a lifetime of staring into nothing but cerulean eyes identical to his own, her golden orbs were something to be prized. He caught himself smiling as he gazed at her but he was nearly deaf to her words; it took him quite a few moments to actually evince her soft voice, and then he was lost for words after his irritating mental fog. ”Yes, I- I suppose I will,” he said with a grin, shaking his head side to side to clear his mind.
After his nice little “spill”, Dax has done nothing but lay there for several moments, completely shocked, but after he felt the gentle lick of Ryku's tongue he was partially immobile anyway until the the secondary shock of that action wore off, and then he continued to lay there as he quickly configured whether it would be better to stand up and walk off his little fumble and continue on or milk the sympathy he expected would come. After a long hesitation he sat up, crinkled his silver muzzle and turned toward Ryku, his eyes wide. ”Am I bleeding?!” he whimpered, leaning in exceptionally close to the femme. A ploy she would likely see right through, but, still, it was worth a try.
Daxton chuckled warmly, his pale oculars glinting as he stared at Ryku with the foolish sort of grin that only a mann could keep; though as draggas go Dax was far more subtle and slow to reveal any emotion, at least physically, than most. ”You'll come to realize that more often than not, I'll make a fool out of myself. It runs in my family: draggas that make complete and utter fools of themselves in front of unsuspecting drappas. I appreciate your concern, however.” Though winter's chill still clutched at Transylvania's barren terrain, Fenris was trying his hardest to offer some sort of comfort to his children; his rays, stronger than they had been all season, warmed the grizzled he-wolf, leaving Dax with a slackened smile. With a wide yawn he stood and arched his lean body in a tense stretch, his front legs and then his hind legs extending father than their usual reach. Kerls, to survive, had to be of the utmost physical dexterity and Dax Ehzno was definitely not the exception to this rule. He may be something of a pretty boy, for taking such pride in his pelt, but his hardiness did not diminish because of this.
Ryku's voice and gesture caused him to swivel his skull to look at the unsuspecting lera, and he laughed heartily at the sight of the gamboling squirrels, their bushy tails reminding him of his own. They scampered up and down the thick trunks of the firs and pines and oaks, seeming to play keep-away with an acorn or some similar nut. They would stop, and then without warning zoom away. It amazed the male at how quick they were; their legs were so short. Not quicker than us, though, he reassured himself. Looking at the squirrels made the hunger gnawing at his belly even worse.
Though the blinding patches had finally faded from his line of vision, Dax scowled at Ryku. ”Yeah, now you tell me.” He attempted to restrain a smirk but inevitably failed, and he let his gaze find the obsidian femme's orbs once again. There was something about their elegant amber hue that struck a different chord; it wasn't often he had stumbled across such a lucid hue and, after a lifetime of staring into nothing but cerulean eyes identical to his own, her golden orbs were something to be prized. He caught himself smiling as he gazed at her but he was nearly deaf to her words; it took him quite a few moments to actually evince her soft voice, and then he was lost for words after his irritating mental fog. ”Yes, I- I suppose I will,” he said with a grin, shaking his head side to side to clear his mind.
After his nice little “spill”, Dax has done nothing but lay there for several moments, completely shocked, but after he felt the gentle lick of Ryku's tongue he was partially immobile anyway until the the secondary shock of that action wore off, and then he continued to lay there as he quickly configured whether it would be better to stand up and walk off his little fumble and continue on or milk the sympathy he expected would come. After a long hesitation he sat up, crinkled his silver muzzle and turned toward Ryku, his eyes wide. ”Am I bleeding?!” he whimpered, leaning in exceptionally close to the femme. A ploy she would likely see right through, but, still, it was worth a try.