do you feel like a young god?

[mvoxhu]

Tongue freely rasping across the ruffled hairs of a paw, collecting the few gritty flecks of dirt that had lodged themselves in there. As the tom-cat pulled his paw away to evaluate his grooming skills, his eyes swallowed in the sight ahead of him. Yet, it was a mere trick, a game. His lips were tugged outwards, a crooked grin latching onto them with a want for mischief. Gucci let a soft, husky chuckle reap its way through the skies, his bodice falling back into the patch of moss and clovers that he had been sitting on top of. Appendages flailing themselves out, with his thick tresses of fur merely giving off the impression that he was larger than he truly was. However, his build was actually quite big and muscular, which made him just that little bit more appealing; yet also terrifying.
The male gave another chuckle, albeit this one was more airy, more lonesome. Optics observing the clouded area above, tracing the sponge-painted skies with precision, whilst also screaming out for the traces of honey to once more complete the masterpiece. Tail submerged in the greenery below, with his toes and muzzle being the only things visible from the side perspective. If you stood above him, you'd be able to see the young god easily. Especially with his cloak of infamous colours, and thick, lashes; strategically placed just for the simple purpose of confusing other tom-cats. He was charming, in a twisted and brain-wracking fashion. Brilliant. Skilled. Deadly. Gucci was the equivalent of a snake. He could twist his way into someone's life, only to eventually tangle himself around their neck; and tighten, and tighten. No, he had never actually done the deed. You know, killed a cat. But, he had certainly made some make themselves wish that they were dead.
That was Gucci.
Classic Gucci.

@Opal

[Tavvi]

Originally Posted by mompaws

Tongue freely rasping across the ruffled hairs of a paw, collecting the few gritty flecks of dirt that had lodged themselves in there. As the tom-cat pulled his paw away to evaluate his grooming skills, his eyes swallowed in the sight ahead of him. Yet, it was a mere trick, a game. His lips were tugged outwards, a crooked grin latching onto them with a want for mischief. Gucci let a soft, husky chuckle reap its way through the skies, his bodice falling back into the patch of moss and clovers that he had been sitting on top of. Appendages flailing themselves out, with his thick tresses of fur merely giving off the impression that he was larger than he truly was. However, his build was actually quite big and muscular, which made him just that little bit more appealing; yet also terrifying.
The male gave another chuckle, albeit this one was more airy, more lonesome. Optics observing the clouded area above, tracing the sponge-painted skies with precision, whilst also screaming out for the traces of honey to once more complete the masterpiece. Tail submerged in the greenery below, with his toes and muzzle being the only things visible from the side perspective. If you stood above him, you'd be able to see the young god easily. Especially with his cloak of infamous colours, and thick, lashes; strategically placed just for the simple purpose of confusing other tom-cats. He was charming, in a twisted and brain-wracking fashion. Brilliant. Skilled. Deadly. Gucci was the equivalent of a snake. He could twist his way into someone's life, only to eventually tangle himself around their neck; and tighten, and tighten. No, he had never actually done the deed. You know, killed a cat. But, he had certainly made some make themselves wish that they were dead.
That was Gucci.
Classic Gucci.

@Opal

Wandering through the woodland Santana was left to softly marvel in the beauty of the of late leaf-bare with its light frost and barely noticeable soft green hues. It was truly a sight to behold. Not that she had much time to do that when she had a someone to meet. Or in more accurate terms someone to find. And just when she was beginning to give up her search well, speak of the devil and he shall come. She then swiftly broke into a sprint meet the tom.


"Hey, there Tiger~" Santana coyly mewed, swaying her hips and giving the tom in question, a quick lick on the cheek, "Where have you been gorgeous? I've been looking everywhere for you~" She inquired. Was it wrong to say how smitten she was with Gucci? Okay, perhaps smitten was the wrong word... more like enraptured. Even with the knowledge that he was all but literally poisoning her and slowing making her more and more weak until finally, she would succumb. But in her mind, that didn't matter now and for the time being, Santana would rather not pay any mind to it.

[mvoxhu]

Originally Posted by Opal

Wandering through the woodland Santana was left to softly marvel in the beauty of the of late leaf-bare with its light frost and barely noticeable soft green hues. It was truly a sight to behold. Not that she had much time to do that when she had a someone to meet. Or in more accurate terms someone to find. And just when she was beginning to give up her search well, speak of the devil and he shall come. She then swiftly broke into a sprint meet the tom.


"Hey, there Tiger~" Santana coyly mewed, swaying her hips and giving the tom in question, a quick lick on the cheek, "Where have you been gorgeous? I've been looking everywhere for you~" She inquired. Was it wrong to say how smitten she was with Gucci? Okay, perhaps smitten was the wrong word... more like enraptured. Even with the knowledge that he was all but literally poisoning her and slowing making her more and more weak until finally, she would succumb. But in her mind, that didn't matter now and for the time being, Santana would rather not pay any mind to it.

Hums of passing insects and fluttering wings set the tom-cat into a trance of sorts. A peaceful abyss surrounded his every fibre, eyes shut in content, breathing minimising itself to a few wisps per every other moment. The crunching of vegetation underneath his mass was somewhat harmonic, as he imagined the bugs and crawling creatures to be squished by his heavy self. Probably wasn't something to be happy about, but Gucci was pleased by the fact that he would slowly be draining the life out from underneath him; just by sprawling himself out. That's how much of an impact he had. That's what made him feel the pride and warmth of self-admiration flow through his frame. With his limbs carelessly shuffling across the mossy body below him, Gucci let out a bewildering grumble. His chest puffed outwards, before nestling back into its usual position, a deep sigh having escaped from those enchanting lips mere moments beforehand.

Gucci remained in a calm state, at bliss with the natural sounds that reverberated around him, and the sponge-like material beneath. But, his peaceful aura was soon broken by a voice. Or more, the hurried bounds that came before said voice. His front limbs shifted to the right, causing the tom to switch from lying on his back, to having his chest touching the earth. A soft purr broke through his form, a cheeky smirk clasping at his facial features. "Hello, darling." he cooed, resting his chin in between his paws. His two-toned eyes lit up at the she-cat ahead of him, as did the rest of his face. "What? Can't a cat get some peace and quiet 'round here?" He responded to her; voice soft, and laced with humour. Gucci's ears flicked ever-so-often, his eyelashes batting subconsciously.