Syn smiled deviously as he had the little black female's admission. He reveled in the the immense power. He was the Hell Hound. He was fear. Smirking again, he smiled to himself. He was the ruler. The sound of the sweet little female behind them finally piped up. So what brings you to these parts? I haven't seen you here before. In response, he stepped up with his masculine allure. Sauntering, he swung his hips to the rhythm of his slow relaxed heart beat.
'Oh, we've been here all along.' Syn said, his charming voice flowing like caramel. 'You probably just don't see us because we're always aling the sideline. In the shadows. The night.' He looked up at the dark navy sky.
'And you?'
Calia giggled. She really did like Ace. Maybe she'd talk to him later. Have a personal conversation about what they are. What they could be. Hastily before Ace disappeared, Calia popped in a quick lick on his muzzle. She wanted them to be together. She longed for it.
But he couldn't know. Not yet.