Fairspell Meadow i watched you change

the man drew closer, and buffalo straightened, holding the hot lilac of the stranger's gaze and slipping the tip of his tongue between his still-smirking teeth at the other's taunt. at the dark chuckle of his companion, buffalo's peculiar eyes fell to the scarred lip, then flicked back to the handsome features curved in that mocking expression. "looks like someone already caught your mouth, kid," the madman retorted.
he sidled backward in the snow, keeping his attention on the stranger, his own eyes now taking the time to rove over the other well-formed body and intelligent mien. and here buffalo's tongue lolled; eyes bright, leering in an invitation for their game to take a more abrupt and rougher turn.