I forgot to post this a while back when I first made this pair
Mo (m) and Dragoria (f)
I always seemed to get myself into trouble, that's why I was so shy. Whatever I liked was wrong, whoever I liked didn't like me. It figures, I'd tried everything.
The females seemed to think me remotely handsome, but not someone they'd chase after or fall in love with. Cute, that's what they said. "Oh, he's cute." But they usually meant it like when they say elders or puppies are cute. So I quit speaking most of the time. But then I saw HER.
She was so strange! She had the most flowing hair I'd ever seen on a wolf, I wasn't even sure if that's what she was at first. Her eyelids seemed to droop as if she were tired or bored, her mouth drawn in a thing line as if she were close to smiling, but couldn't find anything to smile about. She was beautiful, but I worried that she might not be my type. So I approached her and used my 'unintentional anti-charm'. "Are you a goth?"
She'd been toying with some grass, twirling some around her claws and chewing on it. When I spoke her eyes widened in surprise and she looked up at me, "Am I a WHAT???" Her mouth hung open for a moment and I recoiled instinctively. She shook her head, "I'm not a goth, or an emo or whatever you call it. And I'm not depressed if that's going to be your next question." She glared at me so that I was forced to respond.
"I... I'm sorry. It's just... You're always alone and you look..." I groaned out loud, feeling like a complete idiot.
She rolled her eyes, "Well Mr. Iknoweverything, I'm not ALWAYS alone. I've got friends you know, though I should hope you haven't been spying on me enough to know that. And don't bother saying you haven't spied, I've got a nose and it works well enough to smell you."
*Oh joy* I thought, *I'm truely a walking disaster.*
She must have noticed how upset I looked, because her gaze softened and she giggled. It was a beautiful sound, so maiden like I could hardly believe it had come from her, "I don't blame you though." She said smiling slightly, "I know what I look like, I wish I could help it."
Now I just felt guilty, "It's not that." I promised quickly, "I just never see you smile... You're beautiful, but you always seem sad." I tilted my head to the side, wishing for her to build off of this, and she did.
"I miss my family." She admitted, "I don't really have friends, I just hang around some of the others sometimes so it won't seem like... Like there's something wrong with me." She shook her head, "Why am I telling YOU all of this? Who are you?"
I smiled now, "I'm Mo." I said sheepishly, "And I don't know why you're telling me, but I'm glad. I could always be your friend, if you'll have me as one?" I silently hoped that some day we'd get to be more than friends, but now that I felt I was headed in the right direction I didn't dare voice these feelings. I didn't want to drive her away, especially not now.
"Mo." She repeated my name thoughtfully, "Alright Mo, I'd love to be friends." She grinned, "Poor guy, you have no clue what you're getting yourself into."
I frowned, confused.
She just chuckled, her claws seemed suddenly longer, her teeth too, "By the way, I'm Dragoria."
Ooh, I shall have to go look at the stories. 8D
