04-22-2021, 06:07 AM
Chemdog’s been alive long enough to read others from afar. Nothing otherworldly, or magical, just a critical teal eye and a careful mind. It’s easier for a woman to ruin his good time, he often opens the door wide for a swing set of hips, and asks very little, even if there are fields of crimson flags. But this one, chocolatey black velvet silhouette on a hillock, the golden – gold like Bible, is heart flutters a little, his stomach tightening. He pushes the thought of her away, rolling forward, walking toward the horned woman, a tentative but confident grin on his face.
“Hello there,” he braces himself, the air around her is biting – electrified. He stays a fair distance from her, looking her over, from her nose to her long white tail. She looks mean, and he didn’t hate it. “Beautiful morning, isn’t it?” He looks to the rising sun breaking over the horizon, laying an ear back to her, but not his eyes. “My name’s Chem,” now his steady teal eyes slowly slide over to find her figure, his thick forelock swept to the side of his broad white splashed face. “And what’s yours?” his eyes move up her spiraled horns, his grin contorting to a grin. He likes the devilish horns, he muses.
chemdog
astra inclinant, sed non obligant.
@[Shadowmere]
