06-07-2016, 04:33 PM
“Aw, well, I've been called worse my little cocoa-nutty friend.” He laughs at her while he grazes. Remaining where he is, chewing at the grass and fanning his hips with his thick black tail. Suddenly he can hear her breaths, her feet against the turf – she's gone aggressive for sure. He's not laughing much anymore and now she's gotten his attention for sure.
“Now what is it that is upsetting so, lassy? Your cunty little son giving you away to his pal, or do I just smell bad?” He notices the awfully dramatic look in her eye, as if he's assaulted her, as if he's chained her and made her bore eleven of his bastards. He's got a half smirk now, half expecting her to lunge for him as he steps a wee bit closer, casually grinding a mouthful and swallowing it. “Now if it is freedom you want, girl, then have it, I never took it from you. It's yours.” He watches her and wonders if she will simply turn tail and run or if she still plans on coming at him like a tiger.
Either way, he watches and waits. He'll gladly spar with the lady if that is what she wants, or he'll let her go if that's a desire of hers, either way.
chemdog
astra inclinant, sed non obligant.
@[Becca]
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