- Jun 17, 2024
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Duke barely keeps a growl off his breath as the Twoleg daubs something strong - smelling onto the split across the bridge of his nose. How's he going to get in with the ladies if he has this scar across his best feature? . . . Maybe they'll like the rugged look. The substance stings, but he pushes his face against the Twoleg's hand, the familiar gesture reminding him of bygone days, and is rewarded with some unintelligible babbling and a heavy smoothing of his tufted fur before they move on.
He pouts, resting his busted muzzle on his forepaws. How was he supposed to know she already had a mate? And jeez, did the guy really have to go for his face? Asshole. He's not stupid enough to pick a fight with the same guy twice, but it's hurting nobody for him to sit here and dream of revenge. That's exactly what he's planning on doing for a few hours, until . . .
. . . Hey, who's this next to him, similarly plastered in artificial ointments? Duke doesn't bother to conceal his appraisal—wide yellow eye, as busted - up as he is, a soft tawny - toned pelt that reminds him of . . . something . . . Huh. Dark copper eyes rove over the unfamiliar she - cat's form, and he's quick to make his decision. Yeah, she looks a little crazy . . . all those zig - zag scars and that yellow eye blown wide . . . it's kind of appealing, actually.
" Hey, pretty lady, " he drawls out, draping one six - toed forepaw over the smooth artificial ledge they're both settled on. His other paw's still tucked under where he rests his head, gleaming dusky eyes gazing up at her. " What brings someone like you 'round here, huh? "
// @BAYING HOUND !!
He pouts, resting his busted muzzle on his forepaws. How was he supposed to know she already had a mate? And jeez, did the guy really have to go for his face? Asshole. He's not stupid enough to pick a fight with the same guy twice, but it's hurting nobody for him to sit here and dream of revenge. That's exactly what he's planning on doing for a few hours, until . . .
. . . Hey, who's this next to him, similarly plastered in artificial ointments? Duke doesn't bother to conceal his appraisal—wide yellow eye, as busted - up as he is, a soft tawny - toned pelt that reminds him of . . . something . . . Huh. Dark copper eyes rove over the unfamiliar she - cat's form, and he's quick to make his decision. Yeah, she looks a little crazy . . . all those zig - zag scars and that yellow eye blown wide . . . it's kind of appealing, actually.
" Hey, pretty lady, " he drawls out, draping one six - toed forepaw over the smooth artificial ledge they're both settled on. His other paw's still tucked under where he rests his head, gleaming dusky eyes gazing up at her. " What brings someone like you 'round here, huh? "
// @BAYING HOUND !!
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