There was a sudden shift in color, a transition from earth browns and reds to contrasting teal streaked with whorls of pink, as the vortex again worked itself in to frenzy, signaling the imminent arrival of a new Ahzenai. The occasional flashes of rosy whites seemed to eddy and drift at once faster and against the remainder of the vortex, almost mesmerizing in their distinctiveness. The pink bands paused but for a moment, then swiftly converged to a circular central mass, bright spots of gray gold popping and flickering, until a smooth-stepped Ahzenai glided effortlessly out, the pink colors fading as though he was pulling them from the vortex as he left.
He chuffed once, twice, a sort of throat clearing cough that implied disarming ordinariness, professing that he was but another conventional Ahzenai, and would not be prone to any form of strangeness or peculiarity. Wooing him, then, should seem a simple enough task, his unassuming personality further implied as he seemed to wait for further instruction or direction, with no particular inclinations of his own.
“Levorith,” declared Valcyon, as though there was something to be noted, something memorable, in the name if nothing else.
Before making his way to the humans, all eagerly awaiting his first move, he meandered a bit, circling around his fellow Ahzenai, the picture of innocent curiosity searching for reassurance. Guileless pale gold eyes blinked rapidly, absorbing all he saw with gusto. If his eyes tended to linger on those with finer shapes, more interesting markings, higher quality posture, the most riveting conversation, this too could easily be attributed to curiosity. It was only when Levorith became prone to initiating direct contact with these more appealing Ahzenai that an inkling of truth was shown; his judgment of character and desirability lied predominantly with his own aesthetic sense, and he would have his desires and conclusions be known.
A saucy wink and purr ruthlessly shattered any preconceptions of naivety; here was an Ahzenai who knew what he wanted and was not afraid to go get it. The female he’d been cozying up to snapped, rather offended by his chauvinistic antics, and he backed up with a jaunty hop skip, physically speaking, ‘you’ll be bake for more later, babe, I promise.’
Finally turning away from the congregated Ahzenai, he returned his attention to the humans. Obviously playing innocent was a guise run out of purpose; a different tactic must be here employed. So he strutted, placing one navy blue paw in front of the other in an exaggerated, highly predatory swagger, dark blue tail flicking sharply side to side, head help high and nose lifted at the optimum angle for balancing plates.
He made for the females first, naturally, for they were clean, smelled sweet, and tended towards visually appealing clothing, adorned with trinkets that only further highlighted physical beauty.
“Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?” came a rumbling purr, molten voice dripping with innuendo.
A striking red female, had rested herself on a high perch. So she is able to watch everything going on. Hints of black colored her paws, back and tail tip, which twitched softly back and forth. Beautiful white markings decorated her fur, looking almost tribal. Glowing white eyes trailed over all the humans, creatures and Ahzenai. A few had even looked up at her, admiring her regal looks. She considered herself to be royalty. Hence why she rarely ever stayed by her 'owner'. No one truely owned her. She liked it that way.
Her attention is drawn toward the vortex, watching the colors dance and swirl. What an interesting display. Then a male Ahzenai stepped out. From the way he reacted and moved, she could tell exactly his type. A Casanova type. Bourignon scoffed softly, seemingly uninterested at the moment. Then her long ears picked up what he said. Her attention snapped toward him, anger flaring into them. It may have not been directed at her, but it was directed toward the females of the cave!
Female rose to her feet, easily jumping down from her rocky perch. The humans that were near her, jumped in surprise and moved out of her way. Made her way toward the flirting male, whose name she really didn't care to remember. She intended to tear him a new one, so she didn't bother to learn his name. Though she could hear the hushed whispers from those around her. Levorith Levorith Levorith. Well at least she knew his name now. It was rather pretty to say. Gave a heated growl to herself. No! He must be yelled at. She scolded herself lightly.
Once she reached Levorith, waiting for the suitors to get finished up. Once they were finished, she padded right up to him and flicked his tail to his face. "Vous casanova porc!" She spoke the beautiful language elegantly. The words rolling from her tongue with ease. Once she had his attention, she couldn't help but look him over. He really did look handsome. The soft teal pelt with hints of pink swirls and gray gold. Shook her head softly and closed her eyes. "Rude and derogatory comments are not welcomed." A soft huff left her, as she felt all the anger that she had ebb away. Damn it all!
She looked over to him, still keeping that regal stance. It screamed from every fiber of her being. "You deserved the tail slap." She also added in, taking a few steps to face him. She just studied him for a moment. "I would watch who you say that to. Most will likely smack you for those types of comments." That warning would be true. She did just tail slap him for it. He really was charming, what with the innocent act and all. "Don't get yourself into trouble." She padded away from him, her tail rubbing him under his chin as she passed.
Made her way toward the waterfall, intending to wash the dust from her pelt. Stepped into the water, staying in the shallow area. She slowly started to clean her fur thoroughly. Though she kept and eye on the charming Casanova, Levorith.
