Lion Head Mesa [mp]The Night Spins

He was a man who was there when no other came.

"Oh," she responded slowly, a voice seeping with that same confusion and traveling wonder. "Then, he is savior?" she asked, her head coming to a tilt in his direction, and a smile of toying demure. A man so helpful, and she in need that she did not want. Akashingo surfaced Soon the scent of water loved against her nose. Down to the ground she fumbled, elbows plopped out to the sides and her stomach pressed against the floor. Sloppy down! Sloppy rest! To make up for it, her tail tried to curl itself around her hind leg, and she did so tightly. Her head leaned down towards the water, her nose crossing over the top of it and dampening her lips. Legend wished not to drink if she was not supposed to do so, but then her tongue started swiping back and forth quicker than she was aware she could do. Then, the panting came. Quick, fastened breaths and a rising, falling chest and back as her ear's stayed deflated. Legend was immortal, until she wasn't.

And for a moment, she found it odd, that Prince had not came. Though, she did not expect it. Never would she expect. But there was Lord.