Redeeming Qualities (Andalusia)

[Roka]

Roka sustained somber and inert, his sights scanning the view of what was before him, but had nothing to do with the scenery. His simplistic mind could narrowly comprehend the meaning of dreams or the understated connotations in the wake of a nightmare. It was purely disconcerting for causes he could not put to utterances. His lids pinched secure and the dipping sensation in his middle revisited. Deep lungsful exhaled in a raged gust as he strained to give cause for the nauseating feeling to evacuate his intestines. Nostrils flared in a final frustrated breath, as the clamor apart from his bodies inner workings began to sink into his cognizance.

The warm body brushing against his leg with strafed barks and a swatting tail was a consolation. He pivoted to stoop before Dante. Before he could Andalusia emerged, clad in a small white fabric, his glimpse of her quaked over a different emotion inside of him that was muted only by his direst. He scanned her from head to toe in one long sweep. His features were controlled, but a burner began to flicker in his chest.

Her pale skin reflected the light of the sun just as strongly as her nightgown and his eyes strained adjusting to the vision. Her thin, toned figure, draped in little, and the exasperated look upon her finely molded features. Elusive waves cascaded along her cheeks in twisting rivers of the deepest onyx. Roka tore his eyes from her ruefully, and kneeled streaming his fingers through Dante's pelt as he often seemed to do. Always a feeling of calm seeped from his twining fingers and into his aching chest cavity.

"Sorry." his eyes remained upon the stone-colored fur of the dog in his welcoming grasp, but his sentiments directed to her, even when they barely carried over the still air.

He looked back to her, pain strained in the back of his irises, but fought back by a pursed, gentle smile. "Are you coming with us then?"

[Andalusia]

Andalusia attempted casually to cross her arms around her chest, but the obvious fumbling of her fingers and bumping of her arms proved that she was stunned and nervous. She fixed her concerned, confused gaze upon the Kelvic as he knelt before her, petting her dog. Dante sat next to the man and rubbed the side of his cheek onto his lovingly, his tongue lapping at the air as he did so. It must've been his connection to Roka that made him so quickly affectionate to him, as they were both canines in actuality. The raven-haired girl looked up into the trees as he expressed his apology, unable to look into the unusually pained expression on his face.

"Are you coming with us, then?" he inquired, smiling at her, glowing with so much hope and anticipation. Andalusia turned her gaze towards him once more, but found no solace from his sentiment. "Wh-What, what h-happened, b-back there?" she furrowed her brows as she spoke, painstakingly, in a panicked tone, perhaps a little too much than what was needed. She pointed into the tent as if she were accusing it of a crime. She was out of her bed and bursting with adrenaline now, so unfortunately, there was no going back to her bedroll. But before going anywhere, she wanted an answer.

[Roka]

Roka tore away from her exaggerated movements back to Dante, taking the mutt by the ears and flopping them about painlessly and playfully with a beaming grin of amusement. "It was nothing; I'm just not used to the laying around thing. Too much mind wandering." he replied without hesitation his shoulders scrunching together as if he was rolling the question from his back. He knew what was troubling him. The many things brewing in his skull, but why speak of them? He figured talking would only prove to make him feel worse, to openly be seen by his actions. To expose vows of violence that connected to very similar companions. "Besides I guess you could say I'm more of a physical being." he smirked and tossed her a sideward glance. His flirtation was a diversion, and he assumed it would be successful. Andalusia was so easily flustered it was endearing and maybe now useful.

He stood and clapped the dust from his legs, and shook his head. "So? You are coming?" He reiterated already clasping the hem of his shirt to pull it over his lightly toned torso and leave it in a discarded puddle beside his feet. He leaned over and began pulling his boots off, one after the other. “It would be a shame to waste the rest of the day, right?” His leather footwear joined the growing pile of discarded clothing.

His fingers twitched when he got to unclasping his pants, his fingers hooked around their brim so that the deep indents of his hips slipped into sight. Though he enjoyed teasing her some, he was not a cruel person. He knew she was uncomfortable seeing a human male’s naked form so casually, she was not so unusual in this way. Most human’s felt the same way as she. So he paused giving her a sheepish look. “Oh yes, uhhmm, I guess turn around. I know it bothers you."

OOCIf you'd like to skip the actual hunt go ahead, I don't mind either way

[Andalusia]

Her worried, pained expression immediately shattered as Roka leaned over and began playing with Dante's ears, flapping them in and out. The canine merely sat their with his eyes staring into the distance, his tongue lapping at the air happily. Andalusia burst into a chuckle at the humorous sight. "It was nothing; I'm just not used to the laying around thing. Too much mind wandering," he said, as he prepared to stand up, "Besides I guess you could say I'm more of a physical being." He turned towards Andalusia with a smirk. The raven-haired girl's smile faded as a blush crept up her cheeks. She decided not to comment on it as she cleared her throat and looked away. "You creep," she scolded herself, as her skin began to burn.

He stood up and began to dust the dirt off his pants, his hands making their way to his unclasping the buttons on his shirt. "So, are you coming? he reiterated, as he successfully unraveled his top and sent it flying behind him. Andalusia flinched. “It would be a shame to waste the rest of the day, right?” he added, as he removed one boot after the other.

"Yes, I-I suppose so--"

She cut herself off with a slight choke, as Roka began to unbutton his trousers and slid them slowly off of his waist. She squeaked, jumping in place as she placed a hand over her mouth, her pink cheeks turning crimson at the teasing sight. “Oh yes, uhhmm, I guess turn around. I know it bothers you," he turned towards her with a sheepish look as he spoke. Andalusia nodded and briskly turned around. "There's a stripping man in front of my tent," she thought gravely. It was all rather interesting and incredibly silly, how lazy day turned out to be entirely different.

OOCAfter your post, shall I fast forward it to after we get back from the hunt in the late afternoon, then?