Thread: The Lambs lament  (Dox and Zero)

Dox enjoyed his shower immensely, and after finding more fruit he had a thing for fruits he sat at his desk and looked at his books... and the neatly stacked pile of completed homework for every chapter in every book. His phobia of being cornered had confined him to long hours in his room which he spent studying. And when there was literally nothing left to go over play video games... and the large stack of quite new games all being beaten looked rather forlorn. Scratching his chin he tensed his muscles and found them still sore so he couldn't go back to the gym even if he had nothing better to do. Laying his head down on his folded arms he let himself try to drift but only managed to huff agitatedly. Moving to the large squishy leather couch he flipped through the channels finding no good cartoons or anything interesting on and sighed again after flopping over. Turning over so his head was buried into the corner of the couch, ending up searching it and finding four bucks worth of change and then noticing that he was incredibly fucking bored he tried to nap. And then his mind turned back to that feline and her quick pink little tongue, and the way her hips swayed and how nice she'd probably look bent over with her tail up.... Dox grunted angrily again. When he was very small and still in an orphanage, he remembered when a group of females had surrounded him in elementary school and took turns hugging and nuzzling him. If it didn't terrify him being held by so many different girls at once being dragged off campus, and into one of their houses only to end up in a pile of strangers had been sufficient to traumatize the young sheep. To this day his phobia of being surrounded and cornered by so many people kept him from going out but he was older now, and dammit the things that occupied him before weren't near enough to sate his interest. Exhaling angrily he went into his room and dug through this dresser, slipping a deep red underarmor shirt on that hugged the contours of his muscled frame and matched the color of his eyes perfectly. Looking into the mirror, Dox blinked and ran a hand through his messy but soft straight black hand smiled with pearly white teeth. Pulling on black jogging pants he smiled at his appearance before pulling on his sneakers and walking towards the door eyed the bowl of apples. Sitting on the stole once more he fingered a large one before taking a bite and eating it slowly. If his scent wasn't apple flavored before, it sure as hell would have been now and would more than likely stay that way for a week to come. He didn't care though because that girl down there was all alone, and only she and Dox lived here so there wouldn't be the danger of a lot of people cornering him. And if he played his cards right she probably wouldn't care about what odd race of poodle he used the cover of as he looked at a mirror one more time before departing. His heart was being faster, and though he didn't get quite a good look at her he knew she wasn't unattractive even from the distance he saw her. When he got to her door he stopped himself from knocking on it. Her scent was there, and it was spicy and fresh kinda like pine needles that had been crushed but she was definitely some kind of canine which made him stop a moment. It wasn't wolf, and he couldn't tell exactly what she was but being canine had driven his instincts up and cautioned him to back away and leave. Shaking his head roughly he knocked softly at her door three times as he willed himself to stay there.