never gonna get it right

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Talons dug deep into the rocky terra as the lissom frame of a distinctly feminine pendragon moved along a mountain path, following the path of a small river rushing downward.  Azure splashed limbs moved in a fluid gait, shoulderblades rolling in a very cat like way.  It seemed that she would never get it right, this whole living amongst other pendragons idea.  Enchanting oceanic tinted chasams roved dejectedly here and there without much purpose as sky hued mawl lifted t'ward the sky to watch the stars twinkle.  Where are you Tikey?  I need you...  The thoughts tumbled like a waterfull through the petite belle's head and caused rounded pinnae to droop to finely molded crown.  These were thoughts only for when she was alone.  Never had anyone been able to catch a glimpse of such a dejected Mali.  All most others knew was the bubbly, bouncy, life of the party femme who never had a care.</font></font>

 

<font color='#736AFF'>Massive navy brute moved in and out amongst the trees beside a small stream, tail following his form in a slow, off-beat motion.  He couldn't help but come this way, a sort of 'something's bound to happen' feeling in his gut.

Arehk had been thinking about Mail a lot lately; her beautiful facade, her soft, bubbly voice.  He had grown sort of protective of her since that Takron guy made his rude intrusion of her privact by oushing her into the water.  Oh, but she was cute when she was mad, you had to admit.

Well, as he was bouncing along a soft ruffling of leaves caught his ears; and it wasn't his either.  He stopped, dead still, to listen.  There it was again.  He moved forward a bit, peeking through the gaps in the foliage, to view his, what shall we say? Beloved?  Oh, how he longed to talk to her.

He smiled, and moved a bit forward, surely one could see he was not at all trying to surprise her.  He just wanted to have a conversation.  "Greetings.."</font>

 

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Pinnae buckled forward quickly 'top crown, talons digging further into the pebble strewn soil in slight surprise.  Smoky canvas ruffled as the sinews 'neath tightened but almost immediately she relaxed when she realized exactly who this massive navy brute was.  Zenith was tossed back briefly to brush a strand 'f navy silk from 'er facade 'fore focusing all 'er attention 'pon the situation at hand.  Light smile was pasted forcefully 'cross slim muzzle.  Fake it 'till you make it Mali.  You've done it more then once.

"Hullo Arehk.  What brings you here?"

Tones spilled from vocal caverns pleasureably, as though nothing had ever been wrong in her entire life span.</font></font>

 

<font color='#736AFF'>I was just out and about, and something told me to come this way.  Please, if you'd like to be alone I'd gladly leave.

He smiled slightly at that, knowing respect is what any woman needed.  He remained standing, because he want to get too comfortable incase Mali wanted her privacy.</font>

 

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Femme took a more relaxed and amiable stance, desperately trying to look like she hadn't been having a hard time only moments before.  For some reason this massive navy hessian filled the void within that had been there since Tikey had died so many years ago.  Therefore, leaving was the last thing that she wanted him to do.  Cocky grin curved maw wryly.  The respect 'e gave her was very well taken, causing the femme who had so carefully built walls around her to let down her gaurd.

"Do stay.  It has been a while since I've had anybody greet me with as much pleasure as you."</font></font>

 

<font color='#736AFF'>He smiled slightly at that, sitting where he was.  He didn't want to seem to desperate for a conversation, although he was.  Auditives perk forth, catching every sound from around them, as his eyes took in her form.  He wanted to memorize every part of her, every movement.  This was odd of him.  He never really had any kind of feeling for a female.. but this one was different.

I thank thee for those kind words, madame.  I am not much of a conversationalist, but I will try to be entertaining.

His flame-tail curled about his forepaws, his own fur and self immune to his own fire.  That was the way of the pendragon, not having the combustability with one's own flame.  He loved that.</font>

 

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She reclined as well, plume wrapping idly 'round small fores as she did so.  He was one of the few that she felt she could really relax and be herself around.  Everyone else seemed to have some standard set for the female pedragon and she didn't meet a single one.  Weight shifted faintly as 'er gaze rose and she found the navy hessian watching her closely...as though memorizng her.  Why would he want to do that?  She definately wasn't a beauty by most standards.  Ah well.  She couldn't deny that sitting before her was an undeniably handsome brute, and she enjoyed his company.

"Don't worry about it.  I'm sure we'll find plenty of ways to entertain each other without even trying."</font>

 

<font color='#736AFF'>He really wanted to keep this image of her with him forever.  She was beautiful just now, as the moonlight poured through an opening in the canopy and onto her gray and blue splashed coat.  Amazing.. he thought, as she sat before him.  A great smile spread over his maw at what she said.

Indeed we will, somehow, Mali.  So, may I ask how thee fairs?

He wished he could caputre this moment in a picture, but he forgot his camera.  Yet again.  He needed it the most and yet it was back in his cave.  He'll live, he'll just have to memorize her smile, her scent.. anything and everything about her.  It seemed something was over taking him.. he'd never felt this before.  A strange tingle in his throat, in his chest.. love?  No, it couldn't be.  He barely new this female!!  He was crazy to think that it might actually be love, but most likely infatuation or lust.  Either would be better for the both of them than love could ever be.</font>

 

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Deep oceanic 'lots had dropped for a moment to the terra 'neath petite fores, so the staring 'f the brute went pretty much unnoticed.  Slender arch of bowed neck straightened as she looked up once more, their gazes meeting nad locking.  Warm, almost shy smile crept lightly out 'pon tapered muzzle.  Silken strands 'f navy strayed 'cross molded visage in a rain scented breeze that she didn't really pay attention to.

"I fair quite well, thank ye Arehk.  Though, this place is rather different then anywhere I've ever been before.  And you?  How has life been treating ye?"</font>​

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