Wheeling Gull Isle a place called kokomo
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The girl pulled back fully and allowed Komodo to take on a more distingué posture. As he pushed himself into a sitting position to match her own, a stretch overtook each limb once more and his breath huffed in his body’s wakefulness. Komodo gathered himself, haunches placed upon the earth and his barreled chest rolling forward to support his full height. He somewhat had wished to stay that way, cuddled up against the girl who [for the moment] seemed to have broken her feral fugue state — but it would not be the last time, just as it had not been the first. He was loathe to let her disappear again, to slip right out from under his nose as she had before, so the angakkuq liked to keep her close at night. The fact that they were on an island did nothing to stymie his possessive tendencies, though their times together were often punctuated by several days of solitude. The sheepdog needed her space just as much as the vagrant needed his.

 A final toss of his thick pelt rid every bit of somnolence from his being. When he settled, his heavy-handed gaze found hers and he smoldered in the anticipation. Yes. Keep trying.

Seelie was not the only one lamenting the harsh sounds involved in speaking the word Komodo — the man suddenly had a very intense desire to hear her speak his name — and Earthstalker was not much better. But the girl tried anyways, and the result was nothing but satisfactory. “Mmm,” the man rumbled as would a pleased tutor to its pupil.  “That’s more like it.”  But they couldn’t stop there! With haste, he flipped through the lexicon he had learned over his many years to find a word that could suit their purposes — but could not find one that seemed to uphold the magnitude of sleepyhead.

When she spoke not with words, but once again with gestures, he responded with a chuckle, a grin, and a shrug. “Alright,” he drawled, all too happy to let her take the reigns. He was interested in her next moves — he never could accurately predict what she would do next, even as a cub. “You lead the way, peach.”
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Messages In This Thread
a place called kokomo - by Coelacanth - June 17, 2017, 01:55 PM
RE: a place called kokomo - by Komodo - June 17, 2017, 02:38 PM
RE: a place called kokomo - by Coelacanth - June 17, 2017, 03:31 PM
RE: a place called kokomo - by Komodo - June 17, 2017, 04:13 PM
RE: a place called kokomo - by Coelacanth - June 17, 2017, 05:19 PM
RE: a place called kokomo - by Komodo - June 17, 2017, 06:15 PM
RE: a place called kokomo - by Coelacanth - June 22, 2017, 10:59 AM
RE: a place called kokomo - by Komodo - June 29, 2017, 09:45 AM
RE: a place called kokomo - by Coelacanth - July 27, 2017, 12:59 PM