09-16-2018, 05:42 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 55%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11pt; letter-spacing: -1px; color: black"]Heated gaze lifted up toward the sound of a voice, more so the sound of pawsteps first. But soon enough the sound of a familiar tone reached his long ears. There was hardly any focus in his gaze as he looked at Quill, almost as if he couldn't see him and for a moment he just stood there, staring at the other canine. His head slowly tilted to the side and he allowed his tongue to slowly spread across sharp teeth behind closed lips. Thirsty? Yes, he was rather thirsty and the ache had returned to his body. His hunger, his thirst was never a burning sensation at the back of his throat but a pain that increased the more he waited, the more he took his time with getting his next drink. It would drive him to the point of losing his own consciousness if he didn't at least get a bit of blood into his system. A low huff made liquor stained lips part for just a moment and then he moved forward, eyes focused on Quill. He could hear it so clearly, the thumping of a healthy heart and the movement of blood just underneath fur and skin. "I am thirsty... It's nice of you to offer..."
He spoke in such a gentle tone but his focus was broken by another voice. Speaking of cactus. The idea of drinking from that was met with vile disgust that crinkled up the former slaves facial features. He shook his head before he glanced back to Quill. Canine blood was exceptionally sweet and he couldn't pass up the opportunity. If there was no other he would have made due with Benny perhaps. But Quill. Thick paws moved forward still and he was so close to Quill now that it was possible that the other could feel his breathing and smell the blood on his breath. "I don't want any cactus. I want....Quill."
He spoke in such a gentle tone but his focus was broken by another voice. Speaking of cactus. The idea of drinking from that was met with vile disgust that crinkled up the former slaves facial features. He shook his head before he glanced back to Quill. Canine blood was exceptionally sweet and he couldn't pass up the opportunity. If there was no other he would have made due with Benny perhaps. But Quill. Thick paws moved forward still and he was so close to Quill now that it was possible that the other could feel his breathing and smell the blood on his breath. "I don't want any cactus. I want....Quill."